I must have looked like an epileptic King Faud. I made my way, as quickly as possible, to the window and succeeded in opening it. The damn thing would not fly out of the room. Notice that I never said this was a clever brainstorm. I am running out of brainstorms at this point.
Cats are good at recognizing abnormal behaviour.
My cat, Roxy, is also quite a good hunter. By now, you probably are having the same brainstorm that I was last night. At first, she is a little confused as I toss her into the bedroom to do her instinctive duty. I hate it when my cat has these great ideas. I don't know how, but I got out bedroom alive.