Failure

I've become Zooey Deschanel's in Failure to Launch. There is a Mockingbird harassing my cats. Just one. All day. To the point where they are afraid to go outside. They creep low to the ground and the bird dive bombs them. It's not funny. I'm going to chase that bird away. I've been shooting at it with plastic bb's but I'm going to have to up the ante. I try to tell the cats that they are bigger, they can totally take the bird. But this isn't a normal bird. This bird is on a mission and nothing will distract it's attention from it's mission. Stupid bird focus. It's to the point where I will leave my meal untouched if I hear the screeching of this psycho fowl.
The terror is still present. So is the itching tension that sits right beneath my skin. What have I done? I just have to see it through. I have to stick to SOMETHING in my life. I can do this. But why? Life is short. Ugh, fuck.