[OwnedbyMacaws]

Here's a funny story for you from the haven for wayward animals I call home.

I have a big picture window in my living room. At certain times of the day, the sun shines directly in it. The girls live in the living room, and Sam and Simon are in there as well. Most afternoons, you'll find at least two or three cats laying on the floor in a patch of sun from this window. I don't worry too much about it, the cats don't bother the girls, and the girls don't bother the cats. They couldn't be more uninterested in each other most of the time. (and when I'm not home, everyone gets crated so...)

Sam and Simon are used to living with cats as well. Sadly, their cat brother was lost in the same fire that made them homeless. What I didn't know was that they interacted with their cat.

So, this particular afternoon, all six of our cats, plus the two I'm cat-sitting for my g'mother while she is in the hospital have made a huge pile of multicolored fur on the floor. It resembles a big lumpy rug that purred, no kidding.

Anyway, I don't let the birds out when the cats are in the living room. I mean, I pretty much know the cats aren't going to bother them, but why tempt fate, ya know? So, Simon has learned how to unlatch his cage. But I didn't know that at the time. He unlatched his cage, evidently unlatched Sam's cage , and then unlatched Sunny's as well.

I hear a huge yowling-screeching-screaming-hissing commotion from the back of the house. I sprint to the living room to find the three feathered amigos standing amongst the mass of cats (who are at various positions in the room, hanging from the curtains, under the couch, trying desperately to climb the wall and get away from the huge red thing that's attempting to sever it's tail, etc)

Sunny had black cat fur hanging from her beak. Sam had my g'ma's chinchilla treed on top of a lamp, and simon was circling the stray kittens we took in that had tried to hide under the table.

I have since added a lock to Simon's cage door.

Poor kitties.