My parents had a one eyed cat, a Turkish Van.They are allegedly the only cats that like water.This cat had been thrown across a room by its owner,in the midst of a fight , and the eye was so damaged that it had to be removed. That cat adored my father, gtting into the shower each mornng with him.She was called cyclops.
We previously had a tame thrush, my brother rescued it from a neighbours cat.The vet said itwould never fly properly again, so if put back in a tree would inevitably die.
Dad built him a cage, and he was named Horace. Our cat at the time obviously had not heard that they should be sworn enemies, and used to give Horace rides. But the funniest thing was for some reason, the bird adored my father, and would sit on his head at night .
Personally I was not mad keen as it was terribly smelly.It did have 2 extra years though.
Sorry completely OT here,but the name cyclops just jogged memories.