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So I'm home with the beasties, it's hovering a little below freezing outside, and Lena is getting ready to roll home from work. Dasha and Bear meow at me and rush to the porch door, which means they want onto the porch. Meow. Out. Please out. Meow. I'm not impressed, but they are allowed onto the porch; in fact, they've already been out over a dozen times today. But what the hell. I open the door and Dasha shoots through the gap onto the porch. I turn to see if Bear still means to go through, when I hear a loud rustle, whack and thump! from the porch.

I open the door to lean out and look, and Dasha shoots back into the house... with something in her mouth.

Oh, crap. It's a bird.

She drops it for a second, and it doesn't move. Quite dead. All in a space of just under 5 seconds.

But then the fun begins-- I bend down to pick up the bird, and Dasha grabs it and trots off to another room. I follow. Lather, rinse, repeat. She leads me around the house at least twice, at ever increasing speeds, until finally I give a yell when she went into the bedroom. After all, all we need for complete happiness is a joyous bird explosion in our bed. I finally get it from her in the bedroom and toss the bird, holding a brief funeral ceremony by the trash bin. Hors de Combat, he died well.

I believe that's 5 birds to her credit. She's an ace.