We ran a couple of errands and came home to find 2 dead baby birds on our front walkway (nekid looking baby birds, real little) and cat vomit next to our bed. Oddly enough that appears to be the end of the story. The birds are buried, and the vomit is in the trash, and so far everything else is going okay.
We'll have Erin over tonight, and hopefully that will put a positive end to the day. At least it wasn't bird vomit on the walk and dead cats by the bed. I'd have been much more upset.