Ingrid Taylar: Bridging the Divide Between Cat and Bird Lovers
10,000 Birds
OCTOBER 7, 2016
Now, he lay frightened and ruffled in my hands, his tail tattered, his feathers damp from the maw of a cat named Puck. It was Los Angeles, after all, where mileage has no bearing on time, but where time was precious for my little rescue on this crystal morning. It’s tribal and familial. I scrambled for a box.
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