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by kittani79 » Thu May 29, 2008 11:44 am
Milly looks much better this morning. I have sent my husband out for antibiotics. She isn't fluffed or anything, just looks a little confused at her current environment. I have these silly scenarios playing in my head where Vash flapped around to distract the cat from her and saved her. He certainly was a protective little thing, would fly right up to your face and cuss you out for looking at them when she was sitting on her nest, so I guess it's possible.
If she makes it (which I am much more hopeful about this morning!), she'll be all alone again. I don't know when I can get her another friend, or if she'll accept another mate.
Milly was one of my rescues -- I work at a pet store, and my manager couldn't figure out why she was going bald. She spent about 4 months in isolation, being given the antibiotics the vet gave us, in a tiny little cage. I got attached to her, and she started to stand right up at the edge of the cage and watch when I came in to feed the animals in there. She seemed like such an intelligent bird, for being so tiny, and I found myself wishing I had the $150 to bring her home. I told my manager, and she gave her to me free since she couldn't sell her without any feathers on her head. I did my research and got her the iodine she needed. 3 months later she was a gorgeous little girl, and I went to a bird fair and found her a handsome guy. About a month ago he built her an awesome nest, and shortly after she laid a clutch of eggs. They never hatched, and I know from the carnage that they probably weren't fertile, but with time I'm sure they'd have gotten it right.
I'm so upset that I forgot to close that door.
I know it's not Sylvee's fault. She's indoor/outdoor where she lives, and she was just doing what cats do. She's used to stalking and hunting, and to her it was just natural. She probably has been mystified by our indoor cats, who sit there and sleep while the tiel sings love songs to their tails and whiskers, and who view the finch feeding time as a sign to run to the kitchen because they are next. I can hear the conversation about the water bowl now... "So guys... what the heck is wrong with you? Don't you know those things are *food*??"