[ WP ] Write a murder from the perspective of a cheerful inanimate object

I watched the world from behind a rose bush. My blushing cheeks burning at the opening cries of dawn and furtive couplings in the night. The lovely the smell of slug-bait heralds my favorite times of the year. The opening of the roses, and the maturing of the pumpkins. I bathe whenever it rains. Sometimes I see the strangest things. Last week, a fat-looking tabby-cat perched on my outstretched hands, waiting to hug a bird swooping through the garden. In the distant past, I used to hold a bowl where the birds would dip and sport. I was constantly red-faced at the things that they said! 
 
 Surprisingly, the tabby was not able to share his joy for the year with the birds. That day was different. The gardner came out, yelling, with joy I assume. The shock sent the cat tumbling out of my arms. Her shouting suddenly became a duet. Her voice high and shrill, his voice low and intense. The glad-hands of a complete stranger swiftly picked me up. I saw the sky, and the house, and the ground and the tree, all very fast, before a crashing impact sent me flying! For a few moments *I* knew the capacious joy of the free-floating birds. I wished in those moments that I could be caught in the strong arms of the tabby. I am so jealous of the birds. 
 
 My face, and part of my hat is all I have now. The red crust is washing off my eyes. I watch the world from the stairs next to the house. I sure miss the rose bush, like I missed by water-bowl. But, sometimes, I feel like this is a much better place for watching all this joy in the world. 

