I'm still shaking from the adrenaline.

I live in a basement. (No jokes here, I'm only 16.) I also llve with three agile, young cats, who like to hunt. I also have an issue when my basement window isn't left open, I get all stuffy.

It's 2:30 ish here right now. two minutes ago, I awake to some INFERNAL screeching of some poor beast, as my pitch black cat Rosie dragged his prize indoors after a night of good sport.

My dog, Chloe, not fond of loud, screeching birds, gets up to move away, and I suddenly hear silence, the animals screaming cut off instantly.

"Oh ♥♥♥♥." I say aloud, not wanting my cat dragging a throatless something and spreading blood everywhere.

Now, one side affect of living down here, is that the wiring is set up so bad, that the lights burned out a long time ago, and have yet to be replaced. So I had to reach for my "Substitute". A heavy duty flashlight.

THE MOMENT. And I do mean the EXACT MOMENT I turned on the flashlight, and pointed it towards the window the cat came in through, the bird breaks free, ZOOMS an inch by my face, and slams into the wall over my bed.

I was less then amused, having done some dance as though I were covered in a flesh eating swarm of bugs.

So, I turn the flashlight back towards the bed.

Nothings there, that I can pick out.

I drop to all fours, and scan under the bed.

No good, can't find him. Maybe he broke his neck off the wall or something.

But wait, if I don't find him before I go back to sleep... Those damn cats will shred him up all over my basement.

Damn it.

So, standing up, I decide that maybe I should nudge the bed, see if he makes any noise.

I extend my foot, tap the matress...

AND THE DAMN THING SOARS FROM THE END OF MY BED AND FLIES INTO MY THROAT.

If this is the most fantastic sounding thing in the story, believe me, I kid you not, the damn bird made a BEELINE for my throat. Maybe it was because he had the flashlight on him and he couldn't see, but he did.

Anyways, shortly after another session of what is now known as the "Oh-my-god-it-wants-my-flesh Dance"... I looked down, and saw the poor bird on the ground at my feet, looking at me as though I were an idiot.

I shot him an angry glance, and then picked him up, and depositied him outside, closing the window behind him for good measure.

AND THAT, MY FRIENDS, IS A GREAT WAY TO START OFF YOUR SUMMER HOLIDAYS.

yeah!

My summer holidays starts in 2 weeks

You live in a basement? Doesn't it get COLD down there?

Sometimes. It's a furnished basement though, carpet and insulation and stuff...

Lucky. My grandmother and aunt live in my basement, and it gets very, VERY cold, even during the summertime.

My summer hoildays start next thrusday.

Your cats wouldn't shred it up or eat it they would bring it to you as a gift like my cat does ever so often. Clearly cats don't see that people don't like dead birds as a gift. Some cats just kill birds for sport.

Perhaps with Rosie, but I've also got two other cats.

Baxter would PROBABLY tear him up... But menu (Me-new) I know for a fact would. His nickname is Bastard Cat, and he is well deserving of the name.

My cat hunts bugs in my house.
we have a few centipedes (nasty little things) and my cat tracks them down and eats them, one went under my bed, my cat chased it under the bed, came out from the bed while chewing on something.

1 of my cats rarely comes inside anymore and the other rarely goes out (as she had kittens a few weeks ago).

So no dead animals on the doorstep for me

I own you all my cat plays tag with me, no ♥♥♥♥.

but wht do you live in your basement?

"I live in a basement."

lol, that made me laugh.

I don't go to school. I work. While you kids do nothing. Too much pressure is taken off you kids that you over react about the smallest of things. You need to be put to coal mining, without child labor laws.