Dreaming
I have a parrot/parakeet. It is small and green and is on the window side of a curtain rod, behind the curtain. Owen tells me that I need to treasure the bird because it was a gift from my mom and very special to her. I realize that he is right. Just then our cat, Eli, comes in and grabs the bird and it's nest and goes running off with it. I holler for Shane to help, he is just reclining on a lazy-boy with his hands behind his head and obviously doesn't care. I run to Eli and grab the nest but have difficulty finding the bird. Then I find her beneath his left arm, hidden (more like in a furry wing). I take her and at first think she is dead. She is bigger now and seems very precious to me. I realize that she is in shock and I just need to give her attention and take far better care of her.
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