Thursday, Febuary 16, 2006
Captain Jackaline Sparrow is dead.
When we returned home, the door that Jack was in was open. The cats had knocked down her cage again, and chased her into the couch. It was there that they ate her. When we looked at it again, Beckham had feathers on his whiskers, and Ollie was still feasting on the feathers.
Please, take a moment of silence for the now departed.
Captain Jack
(2003 - 2006)
Anonymous
February 16 2006, 21:39:03 UTC 6 years ago
she was a sweet lemony bird
i'm very sad about my bird - and once again i see that sometimes it doesn't matter what you do or don't do, things will be as they are going to be. i can't help but feel disgust with the 'meses. i know it's instinct and all, but the little bastard looked so happy whilst he rolled in that poor yellow down....February 16 2006, 22:07:08 UTC 6 years ago
i hope she gives all those bastards outrageous indigestion. knowing her, i'm sure she will.
February 17 2006, 19:39:43 UTC 6 years ago
fucking cats! i want to kick them all in their fucking sealy heads right now. or cram the baby into jack's cage.
February 17 2006, 19:40:15 UTC 6 years ago