Animals

My cat was waiting to escort me into the house when I got home. He walked with me through the door to ensure I made it safely in. Once I got inside the house, my dog took up the post, walking a little in front of me wherever I went, to ensure wouldn't trip over anything but him. They both protected me from talking to any other member of my household, and sat staring at me when I took a seat.
Eventually I bent to their will and gave my dog some treats and opened a can of catfood. I walked out to the porch where the cat's dish was, banged the can onto the dish and then threw it in the recycling. This loud noise startled the bird that had just built a nest on the eave of my porch. She jumped up and flew randomly to the nearest open space, which happened to be through the open door into the livingroom.
She banged around trying to fly through windows and eventully perching on the hanging lamp right above the diningroom table. The cat saw his opportunity and ditched his canned food in favor of something fresher. He was a streak of coiled iron muscles, straight up the chair and onto the table before I could catch him.
I exiled the cat to a spare bedroom while my husband convinced the bird to perch on his finger, and carried her outside.
The bird didn't stop chirping for quite a while, and finally she flew off to find her mate and tell him the exiting story. The cat went back to eating his canned catfood, confident in the knowledge that the bird's nest was right above him, and she'd be back.