Cold Eggs

<Touch those eggs and you’ll be shitting blood for the rest of your life, cat!> Nelly warned.

<You abandoned your kittens?> Whiskers asked.

“They are eggs! Not kittens!> Nelly swooped down and dug her little claws into one of Whiskers’ ears.

<There are kittens inside!> Whiskers yowled, swatting Nelly off his ear. He carefully lay over the eggs like a roosting chicken. <You left your own kittens in the cold.>

<The socks are keeping them warm. You're going to overheat them!> Nelly seethed.

Sadly, Nelly had no clue that they were not fertile eggs. There were no chicks inside…

<I am not! I am at perfect temperature. I think you froze your kittens to death!> Whiskers poked his nose at one of the eggs.

<What?> Nelly flew down and stood next to the nest and Whiskers. <But I’ve kept them warm!> Panicked, she flew off to find Kiana. <Help! Help! I think my eggs are frozen! Whiskers noticed something!>

Kiana was pouring cat litter into a box. She frowned at the bird. “Have you ever even bred?”

Nelly landed on Kiana’s shoulder. <Yes, multiple times!> She ruffled her feathers in dismay. <I’ve just…never had eggs until now.>

<Wow, you're a slut bird.> Kiana thought. “I'm not an avian vet.”

<Can you at least come check? I won’t ever poop on you again…I promise.> She wasn’t going to promise anything about Sorley, though.

“You’ve been such a bitch to everyone, why’d you shit on Sorley too?” Kiana asked.

<The cat was freaking me out. He got stuck in the crossfire…> Nelly fluttered her feathers. To anyone else it would appear that Kiana was crazily talking to a bird…

“You need to stop being such a bother to everyone.” Kiana said, not caring how she looked. The only other human around was Sorley.

Nelly, if she could, would frown. Feeling Kiana didn’t care, she chose to return to her nest. Using her wings, she shooed Whiskers away and sat on the nest silently.

The bird wouldn’t move all night.