Ungrateful

 

She saw it sitting by the side of the road, fluffed up and pitiful looking.

She cursed under her breath. She had 100 things to do today, and this was not on the list.

As she found somewhere to turn around, she went over what steps would need to be taken and who would need to be contacted to deal with this.

She approached what would assuredly bite her, possibly claw her, and most likely pee on her.

Looking puzzled, then alarmed as she got closer, the barred owl shook himself off, blinked one slow imperious time, and flew away.