Picture this...I have been veraciously editing a video for Neutrogena for two and half days. It is a sweltering 95 outside and probably 100 degrees in my un-airconditioned apartment. I am totally over editing, but I am powering through. All I want to be done and all of the sudden I hear a high pitched chirp of despair. I look and Flash, that pesky little cat, has caught another animal and decided to spill its blood in the house. I am not about to have this, so I take the animal away. It is a finch looking bird. It is beat. The cat has put it though the ringer. It is missing feathers it is bleeding, it can barely open its eyes and it seems to have a jacked up foot. I cleaned it's wounds with hydrogen peroxide, put it in a towel. I called Rachel and she told me to give it water with an eyedropper. So I fed it some water and left it alone. It seemed to be getting better so I brought it outside onto the porch since I thought that it sitting on a scanner might not be the best place for it. It needed to see the sky to stop being so anxious. It a few hours the bird was chirping away. And then when Griffee when to have a look at him he flew away. That was my good dead for the day.
