Missiechan Posted September 1, 2008 Share Posted September 1, 2008 Myself and my best friend moved into a new flat together a few months ago. I say new, but the place is older than dirt. It was an old house built in the forties which was bought, divided into one flat upstairs and one flat downstairs and mildly refurbished. A married couple live in the flat above us and we share a hallway. A month or two after we moved in, we adopted a cat from an animal shelter. The cat had lost her eye and most of her teeth to cat flu and rehoming her was potentially tricky, so we took her on. She's a lovely cat, very affectionate and clean. When the landlady found put about her, I told a wee lie about finding her in the garden and taking pity on her, and no more was said about it. The couple upstairs have birds, and I'd known about this for a while because they make a lot of noise. There is a pretty large gap under the door that separates our two flats, easily big enough for a cat to get under. I spoke to the neighbours about this and asked them to keep the birds caged when they're out (since I heard the man say he lets them fly around the flat) and I'd keep a strict eye on the cat. So on Wednesday night, I come home from work late and discover that we're out of cat food. All the shops are closed, so I pour the cat a bowl of milk and hope she'll be okay until the morning. I put her outside for the night, but unknown to me before my friend left to visit home for the weekend she left her window open to air out her bedroom. The cat climbed back in, and at seven the next morning I hear this horrible screech. The cat had slipped under the door, gone up the stairs and dragged down one of their cockatiels. I chased her away from it and it was a bit shook up, but otherwise unharmed. I ushered it into our sitting room to keep it from escaping and waited for the owners to come home. They didn't, because apparently they were off on holiday. In a bid to keep the bird and the cat separated, I put the cat out the back garden. She snuck back in again without me noticing, and on Friday she went up and got the other cockatiel. Again, this one was unharmed but shook up, I ushered it into the sitting room and pondered what to do. I had called the vet when the first bird was caught, and he told me that as long as the birds were flying they should be fine, and thanks to my cat's lack of teeth they weren't wounded. They were even relaxed enough to perch on my computer as I was surfing the internet. At thsi stage i didn't think they had any more birds up there, but the next morning the cat came down with a budgie. The budgie got a very bad fright, but he seemed to cheer up in the presense of the other two birds. I'd put out food and water for them, they were eating and drinking, but I wanted to get them back to their home environment. I caught one of the cockatiels and picked the lock on upstair's flat, but as I was doing that the sitting room door closed behind me and it locks automatically (because of the shared hallway). My keys, my phone and two of the birds were still in there and I had no choice but to borrow a phone from a neighbour, call my landlady and have her let me back in. That's how she found out what happened. I got the birds back up to the flat, banished the cat from the house and apologized profusely to my neighbours when they returned. They seemed to accept it. My landlady was by just now to collect the rent from both our houses, and I found out that the budgie died during the night, one of the cockatiels apparently has a wound on its chest (that I didn't see when I was examining it) and according to the man, my cat urinated in the flat too. (He claims there's a smell, which is more likely to come from the birds and the mess they left in the flat when they went away; I'm still scrubbing the bird excrement off of the furniture.) The landlord and landlady gave me a right telling off, about the smell the cat was bringing into the house, about the mess (it's a bit cluttered, but not dirty), there was a smell in the kitchen (sour milk, which I discovered yesterday) a smell in the sitting room (bird droppings) and the place was a state. I normally clean on a weekend, but in this chaos I wasn't able to. After they left, I just sat in my room and cried. I did everything I could to prevent their birds from dying, and the cat was only doing what comes naturally to her. The neighbours left their pets unattended and flying around an empty flat for four days! When we went on holiday, we had someone come over every day to feed and play with our cat. I would have been happy to go up and look after the birds for a bit but they never asked. I am sickened over this and I'm not sure what to do to make it better. Any advice? Sorry the post is so long, it's been a hell of a weekend. Link to comment
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