This is what was left of birdie this morning. One chewed up, gnarled, broken ass feather. Poo Head destroyed this toy in two short weeks. But she had a blast doing it. When I got home from work, I took one feather Birdie out of the closet for Lucy to play with. Within 10 minutes that poor, last feather was pulled out and all that was left was a string. I was about to just trash all of it but Lucy was crying for the toy. Crying I tell you. Sad meows. So I found all the feathers that had been pulled out, even the chewed up, gnarled ones and taped them back together and reattached them to the string. Birdie is back. At least for the time being. Looks like I'll be getting Poo a new Birdie soon.
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