I hear a crash, and DH and I sit up in bed thinking that something just went very wrong. We both hear kitty chattering from Scratch, so we know something is up. As I run out of the bed room into the living room we see it. Scratch is sitting on our balcony attempting to kill a bird. This wouldn't be so bad if we didn't live on the 12th floor of an apartment building. DH dashes forward diving through the door and snatches Scratch into his arms as he is trying to jump to rip the poor bird out of the sky. My heart hasn't stopped beating. We are going to have to work out how to keep our screen door open and cat proof.
I just want to cry right now.
I just want to cry right now.