Yesterday morning I saw Pancho running across the yard with something in his mouth. I go out and see what he has (a gopher or a rat he can keep). It was a bird.
I give chase, Brian's like "why bother" (well deserving of a quick kick to the butt) and Pancho runs in to the house. Crap. I don't want a bird flying around the house, it will be nuts with the cats and me trying to catch it. I get inside, see a little action in the dining room window. But I don't see any cats besides Rory over there. I check it out, no bird. Then I looked behind one of the little condos on the floor. There's the little fella. I pick it up and take it out front, my hand cupped over it until I'm out of the entry way (don't want it flying up and hitting the skylight). Once it realizes it's free, it flies off.
Later in the day, heading into early evening, I turn on the lamp on my desk. I get a shock. Some cat peed on the on/off switch. It's done. Lots of wetness at that part of my desk. There were expletives. Many of them. I asked Brian if it would work if it was dried out. He reminded me that cat pee doesn't dry. I has a sad. I really liked that little lamp.
Next lamp will attach to the shelf over my desk and I can aim it down. Not what I want to do, but it's the more practical option.
Cats. Gotta love 'em.