Having put the owl to bed for the night

Having put the owl to bed for the night

After putting the owl to sleep, I settled into my recliner with a large glass of iced tea. I would unwind until the end of the night and take the owl to the vet in the first part of the day. I reclined in the chair and turned on the TV to watch a film. As the night wore on, I started to see that the creatures were extremely mindful that there was an outsider in our home. They were smelling everything in the house. They were very perplexed because they were accustomed to dad returning home with a variety of strange odors on his clothes. I could see into the kitchen and down the hall to the utility room door from the recliner. It was by all accounts Throw who sorted out that there was something hiding in the utility room. Typically, the feline and canine drew no nearer to one another than they totally needed to. They were, after all, declared enemies. For this situation, in any case, their common interest appeared to lead them into a similar room. Obviously, the explanation I put the hamper on top of the dryer was so the feline and canine wouldn’t annoy the owl. I yelled several times down the hallway to get the two of them away from the door, but in the end I decided not to worry about it. The cat ended up being the one who finally pushed the door open while I was watching. A couple of moments later I watched the sheltie pass through the opening in the entryway. I didn’t worry because I knew they would wander around for some time before getting bored and returning. All things considered, the Owl was up on the dryer. I was startled when I heard a lot of noise coming from the utility room as I was watching the television. The sheltie joined in with its barking after a loud cat hissed and hissed. I suddenly heard the distinct sound of the hamper hitting the floor after being tipped off the dryer and onto the floor as this loud melee reverberated down the hallway. By then, the battle was on!!! I could hear feline yowells and murmurs intermixed with canine barks and the boisterous clicking of an owl. The sound of bodies bobbing against different articles and things tumbling to the floor could be heard all around the house. It sounded like professional wrestling and the Wild Animal Kingdom were mixed together. It was utter chaos! Out of nowhere, out of the dull entryway came the feline. As if he had been scared out of eight of his nine lives, every hair on his back and tail was puffy…. Then, at that point, right behind him came the sheltie making tracks. There would have been a dust cloud from her peeling out to escape if the floor had been dirt. The two of them shouted as they ran straight down the corridor and into the kitchen! Right behind the sheltie ran the Incomparable Horned Owl who hollered “Snap, Snap, Snap, CLICK!!!!” I heard the thunder go on in the kitchen with glasses being knocked off the counter and the garbage bin and seats being pushed about. When I got out of my recliner, the dog was hiding under the kitchen table behind the chairs when I entered. Chuck the cat was perched atop the refrigerator atop several broken glasses on the floor. He was as far away from the beast as he could possibly get by leaning against the wall. The owl stood in front of them and yelled, “CLICK, CLICK, CLICK!!!” with nothing but terror on his face. Which I’m speculating is owl for “In the future I’ll take the stuffing out of you!!” Before he could act on his threat, I grabbed the owl and quickly obtained a blanket. He was really vivified at this point. The canine proceeded to wince and the feline whimpered in trepidation. I took the owl back in the utility room and put a crate over the top. I then, at that point, shut the entryway totally while ensuring it was hooked. I cleared up the glass and returned into the parlor. The sheltie bounced up in my lap and went about like she’d pass on in the event that I left her. She went through the night gazing intently at the corridor with a most stressed look all over. The feline, then again, spent the remainder of the late evening stowing away and looking for the “monster”. The cat and dog remained in the bedroom when I left the house the following morning with the owl. They wouldn’t have a say in that horrible monster I had brought into their home. Interest almost killed the cat……or basically frightened the life out of him.