At first, the fact that the cat hadn't come home didn't worry me. He's done this befoee, out sowing his wild oats I suppose. I went ahead and left the cat door unlocked for his return.
I put food out, just in case, and after a few days I noticed that it was gone, but no sign of the cat. I did see odd footprints, though.. looked like birds feet. Birds?
Sometimes I'm sure I've heard cawing. We get a lot of crows and ravens here, really big birds – about a foot or more tall. Most of the time they stick to the trees, but ever since the squirrels all vanished they seem to be everywhere.
Just a few days ago I finally caught one coming through the cat door. A big crow, must have been ten inches tall, just shoved the door aside and hopped in like it owned the place. Sucker gave me the evil eye, too, like it was daring me to chase it off, Jumped right on to the cats food bowl and started in on the cat chow. I had no idea a bird would eat that stuff, but I never understood how the cat could stomach itm either.
One weird thing is the neighbors. We used to talk all the time, then they started to move out. There's almost nobody left on the cul-de-sac now, just me and the little old lady up the road.
Haven't seen her in a while. I hope she's all right. She feeds the birds all the time, she's god folk.
Yesterday morning I found a whole flock in the kitchen. I don't see how that many could have fit through the cat door, but I counted 20 before I decided to just open the bag of cat food and leave it behind.
They just stared at me, unblinking. That was the first time I felt afraid. No sound, no movement, just staring, staring. I could feel them even after I closed the door.
I'm sure I heard pecking at the windows this morning. I'm out of cat food, out of my own food, everything ended up dumped in the kitchen and I'm too afraod to go back in. Looking out the windows today I saw the trees black with birds, more of them than leaves, cawing, talking to each other in mutterings and whistles.
The phone doesn't work, looks like they broke the line. They're all I can hear now, just a continual pecking and muttering, in some nameless ancient tongue of ravens. I've locked myself in the bedroom, surely someone will come by eventually to see what's going on, right?
I hear wings at the window.