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Mr. Poo.. (the only boy in our kiss) is a mighty hunter..

It used to be his brother was the hunter/evisorater of the pack, but since his passing Poo has stepped up..

Except Mr. Poo doesn't eat what he kills...

To me... That is a nono... If you are not going to eat it, the you don't get to kill it... (except bats under the bed when the lady doesn't have her glasses or clothes on.. then you can kill it..)

So... Last weekish Mr. poo comes running into the house with a swallow in his mouth.. the poor bird was alive and kicking...

Lol.. I go into dog trainer mode and lower my voice, and tell him.. *DROP* (using the hand command at the same time)

The cat responded... *BLINK* and dropped the bird...

So.. I have four cats in the area with a live bird flitting around trying to get under ANYTHING...

I grab my squirt bottle and start herding them into other rooms.. Lock Poo in the bathroom and start looking for this bird..

The back courner of the sofa.. Of course..

I had to move, the coffee table, the end table, my craft table, and the sofa to get behind it and get this lil bird out..

So, using a plastic bag.. (I smoke and don't want to get nic on the bird) I get this bird, (thinking that he/she is a goner) take it outside and let it go...

I have never seen a bird move so fast...

I don't think it will be hanging out in the bushes around our house again..

The out come of this story?

Mr. Poo listens to me now.. lolololol.. I call for him and he comes...