Last time I got real drunk, something got into the bird cage out on the porch and ate the cockatiel. Must have been a Racoon or something...
Whatever got into that cage was smart enough to slide the cage door up...get inside...kill the bird in a corner of the cage...leaving feathers jammed bewtween the bars, a tell-tale sign of horrific slaughter....and slide the door open again to get out with the bird in its jaws.
I'd slept most of the day away in a drunken stupor only to awaken to an angry wife and a missing cockatiel.

The bird didn't have much of a personality, but that's besides the point. I still feel that it was my neglect that caused this disaster.

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