These two birds I got, I call them The Blue Birds. They look the same, so they don't each have a name, they got a group name, The Blue Birds. Pair of budgies. Lottsa people says budgies are smart. Not true. Budgies who been taught are sometimes smart. Budgies who ain't been taught aint smart. They live in a fuckin cage, what is there to get smart about? This is my food. This is the bottom of my cage, this over here, is the top. Over here is a hard thing with a budgie in it [mirror]. This is my drinking water. The Blue Birds, they got their own room. They been in it for two and a half years, since I took them home from the pet store. I don't go into The Blue Birds' room for much, I don't really commune with them, visit,that sort of thing. They are wild birds. They don't mind people, really, but they would rather be left alone in their room. In their, in their room, The Blue Birds whistle, eat, play and fight. Blissfully unaware of a wider world, not smart at all. I have lived with The Blue Birds for a while and haven't really grown attached to them as characters, I just kind of like their songs and I like it when they enjoy themselves, which they do. Yesterday, I came home from work. I said hi to my housepets. I took my shoes off at the door, let cat out, went to the can to have a crap and a cigarette. After I finished my crap and my cigarette I went out to check on all my pet's foods and water. I went first to The Blue Birds' aviary, their cage, their room, whatever ya want to call it. I went to check their food and water. Wait, see the paragraph above? Uh, I still had my fuckin shoes on. Wait, I thought I took my shoes off and let the cat out. No, wait. A wrong memory. I get those sometimes. And,as I am bent over to get the food and water dishes for The Blue Birds, I see a passing shadow, like doom, sort of, well. It wasn't a shadow, it was a cat sortying. That cat, Shopcat is his name, he went by me as if I weren't there, he clicked his jaws and was going "E e e e e." Not "Ee ee ee ee ee" but "E e e e e" Real short, clipped cat words, what they say when they gonna kill, "E e e e e." He was seriously purposeful, mudreous intent, and couldn't give a fuck about me except that I was an obstruction to move quickly around. I went to interrupt his mission, trie to stop him, but I was all going in slow fuckin motion, like a fuckin movie or one of those dreams you have, the slow motion ones? Yeah; But in the time I took to drop the seeds and the water, Shopcat had disturbed the birds, got them to panic and whizz all over, leapt into the air and caught one of em, turned around and went out the door, over to the furnace room and through the hole in the floor. In his jaws, Shopcat had contents 1) A Blue Bird 2) A smile Yes, there was a smile. He had that bird tucked in there good, like he had done this all before. He had the fuckin wings even, clamped in his jaws. There was The Blue Bird in there, clamped in the jaws of Shopcat and wings securely in place, trapped. The Blue Bird was screaming, "Ni ni ni ni ni click click click, ni ni ni ni." And, seeing as it is the only thing The Blue Bird can say, what he says all day, the words, "Ni ni ni ni, click click click, ni ni ni ni," mean everything, they are catchwords really. They mean, I am happy. I am angry. I am sleepy. Move over. Look! There is another budgie there, in the hard thing! or, in this case, The Blue Bird was sayin I AM BEING KILLED HERE! HELP! I listened as Shopcat and the The Blue Bird had a little visit, got aquainted, down there, beneath the furnace room, under the furnace room, down in the dirt space, under my floors, I listened as The Blue Bird was being killed, for about five minutes, by Shopcat, the smiling cat. Yes he was smiling, down their, under my place, as he tortured and killed The Blue Bird. And The Blue Bird pleaded "Ni ni ni ni, click click clcik, ni ni ni ni, " as he was dispatched. Slowly. The Other Blue Bird, there in his room, aviary, whatever, could hear his mate being killed and screaming, pleading, "Ni ni ni ni, click click clcik, ni ni ni ni," and he was merrily answering back, like he always had, when The Blue Birds sang together. And this, of course, was the last time. Shopcat hung out, under the place, under the furnace room, after the sounds of birdsong faded. I suppose he was crunching down my budgie. When he came back, after his snack, he begged me for some water, as his dish was empty. I was gonna replace his water right after replacing The Blue Bird's water, but I never got around to it because I was so distracted. And the cat need some fresh,cool water to wash down the budgie he just ate. Fuck.