It was a FIRE FIGHT!!!!

I just walked into my house from my whirlwind trip to Rome to see my dad/spring his minion from jail/etc. I'm on the phone and I walk in and see two of the cats staring at me, but I think nothing of it. Then I see a pile of... something on the floor. Hairball. Great.

Then I see a while lot of... something... scattered around, but there's a blanket next to it and I decide that it must be string or something. Then I round the corner and see a third cat looking at me suspiciously. Another hairball.

Then I see *it*.

Only, I have no idea what *it* is. I approach with caution and find, to my horror, a dead bird. I think it's a sparrow.

So, now I'm left with a better understanding of what the stuff on the floor is (feathers), why the house is destroyed, and why the cats all look jumpy. What I cannot understand is where the HELL did the bird come from???

I was in a hurry this morning, but there is NO WAY I would have missed a bird flying around. Doors were closed. Windows were closed and have screens.

I guess it came down the chimney, but damn! That bird picked the wrong fucking chimney.

RIP, birdie. RIP.

(And, please, don't be like a zombie bird or something. That will really ruin my night tonight.)

ETA: I've been informed that dead sparrows in a house when you can't tell where they came from are actually harbingers of death. So, well... not much I can do about that little fact, is there. *woes*

LOL. If this is it, folks, it's been a hell of a ride. I hope I go with less trauma than the birdie!