I didn’t see it at first. I was talking to husband about his day and walking from the living room to the kitchen.
There it was. A pile of feathers on the carpet–all that was left of the cat’s lunch.
“Your cat did that,” he said. I just sighed and went to find the vacuum cleaner.
I got out the hose attachment nozzle thing, thinking it would be the best way to suck up the feathers. Once I got that figured out, I started sucking them up. Feathers flew upwards into my hose attachment nozzle thing. Then, milliseconds before I could stop, I noticed a sort of blob which was immediately pulled into the vacuum with a sick-making sort of thunk.
“You just sucked up a piece of meat.”
Ugh. I think it might’ve been the heart. It’s still in the vacuum.
Do you know how horrifying it is to have a bird’s heart in your vacuum cleaner if you have an over-active imagination like mine? That bird will be in my dreams…haunting me like some kind of avian ghost of Banquo. I’ll hear it thumping…a feathered tell-tale heart.
I guess I could empty the vacuum. That would be what any reasonable person would do. But I gag a little just thinking about it.
I’ll do it tomorrow.