I decided to make a tuna fish sandwich for lunch today and, generous momma that I am, I squeezed the tuna juice out of the can and onto a plate for whatever cat was available.
We have a new kitten who can't jump up on counters, so I went and got her and set her on the counter so she could have a chance. The plan was to keep an eye on her while I made my sandwich and put her back down when I left the kitchen.
This is what happened:
Ziggy, one of our birds (the big, colorful, loud one of the two), transferred himself from the cage to the counter, walked over to Ophelia (the working title for the kitten), his little bird talons making clicking sounds on the counter. At that point, Ziggy did what Ziggy does with cats.
He attacked her.
He jumped onto Ophelia - a little kitten, mind you - flapping his wings and riding her like a farm animal. Poor Ophelia. She escaped, leaping down from the counter with her short little midget kitten legs.
She was absolutely stunned.
I petted her and checked her eyeballs the best I could; I think she's fine.