Was rudely awoken when my youngest was crying 'mum! - one of the cats got Bobby (the budgie)....quick he needs your help!' Ran downstairs, and the other two were holding back the cats. The bird cage was on the floor, one bird safely perched on top of a curtain rail. Bobby, however, was cowering in a corner with lots of feathers already pulled out. He was alive. I cradled him in my dressing gown, keeping him warm and gently checking he wasn't bleeding (no). So I just held him whilst the kids were putting back together the cage, making it safe and cleaning up our now dishevelled lounge. The cage had fallen from a height of 6 feet. So it made quite a crash. After 20 mins, Bobby managed to fly to his cage, so maybe not so bad as we first thought. I started running some spooky2 rife frequencies on them for shock and infection. Started packing for our camping trip, and 'Jimmy the bastard' (that's his official name, our 7-year-old Portuguese dog, had found one of my flip flops and destroyed it. I went outside (barefoot) into our back garden to give the plants a good soak, and then stubbed one of my toes on a pot. This is one of the most 6th house days I've had in a long time. A couple of hours later, my toe is really painful, and now I just can't wait to be away from the pets, our plants and in the wildlife, in a tent, in the woods around other animals. Hahahaha - the irony is not lost on me. Just thought this was quite a funny run of pet and family life. And earlier this year when Mars went into my 6th - that was the day one of our cats was hit by a car and needed surgery. Coupel fo thoughts - NO more pets!! or get help in the home when things are going through my 6th house!!! Lots of love x (Some translation budgies are perroqeets / flip flops are thongs.)