One of the parrots was dead. Somebody had left the cage open and the cat got it.
“Who?” Mrs. Powolski cried. “Who would leave the door open so my Birdies got out? You all know p***y was always sniffing around, waiting for them to get out.”
“It"s not p***y"s fault,” Mr. Powolski said. “It"s the nature of cats.” “I know.”
I wasn"t prepared to face this at this particular time in the morning, with Samir just out of jail and Pepsi—why had Pepsi called me to tell me Samir was on his way out of town? Was he not loyal to his cousin?
What"s the matter, Annie? My voices hissed. Whose side are you on?
What"s the matter, Annie?Whose side are you on?The beautiful multicolored bird lay in a corner, feathers ruffled and strewn about the room, head neatly bitten off and missing.
Its mate huddled in
