When I lived at home with my parents...
...We had a black cat called shadow (named, strangely enough, after the gladiator because the cat was good at duel, we were innocent enough kids not to notice the racist cat-naming)
Anyway, Shadow was good at collecting things, he would bring us other cats collars which we could return to the owners (but strangely none of his own) he also stole sausages off peoples barbeques, ham off sandwiches whilst they were being made (a story told to us by another cat owner as we were returning her cat's collar) and even a little girl's bracelet which never made it back to us. we had a bawling child at the door after that one.

anyway, one sunny day when we were sitting outside shad starts meowing from somewhere. eager to see what other treasure this cat had for us, we look to the source of the meowing. after a few moments he comes out of the bush looking very worried and with something large and bright yellow in his mouth. he ran to us and we realised it wasn't in his mouth, but attatched to his collar. we also realised that it was...

a budgie

this bird had somehow escaped from its home and decide to attack the black killing machine, obviously not an intelligent budgie as birds were shad's favourite, but it had got itself attatched to his collar in the tustle.

Shadow was understandably confused as his favourite prey had first atacked him and then got itelf somewhere he couldn't reach it to eat the tasty yellow thing.

in the end we detatched them and put the budgie in a cage borrowed from one of the local cat owners we had grown friendships with whilst returning their many cat collars. we found it a home.

but remember if you have a budgie be careful, he'd eat you and everyone you care about if he had the chance...

Length, not too long, but canary yellow!
(Katzilla Follow Me! @Kat_Zilla (I don't promise funnehs), Fri 25 Apr 2008, 9:03, Reply)