At Least it was a Pigeon
25Aug18
Not that I have anything against pigeons, and actually kind of like them. Anyway when I went down this morning I heard Sausage croaking. Fluffy met me mid-way down. Since GG was already outside, it was a good time for Fluff to come up. I locked her in the apartment and coaxed Sausage to eat the food I leave in the hallway.
Nope, she wanted what was in the bowl I was carrying even though it was exactly the same thing and followed me downstairs croaking at me the entire way. Mask was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs and Patch was hanging out in the tree. I fed Mask, fed Sausage. Patch jumped out of the tree and ran over, fed Patch. Sausage didn't want her food on the ground, she wanted what was in the bowl. I sat the bowl down and watched the kitty guys eat.
Then I noticed the feathers. There was one big feather and a whole bunch of little pigeon feathers. Somebody ate well -- at least it was a pigeon.
So while Patch and the others are eating, GG climbs the tree. He's sitting where Patch was and decides to go up higher. He's exploring a higher branch and I hear birds squawking. I go and look at GG, and he's found a bird nest, not pigeons. It appeared to be empty, thank goodness. Nevertheless, those birds are going to have to move. GG sniffed around the nest made his way back down, explored another branch and jumped out of the tree.
I pick up the bowl and go upstairs. Feed Fluffy and David their sardines. I think she's addicted. I heard that salt is to cats what sugar is to humans and it's not very healthy for them. On the same token, feral cats have hard, short lives they deserve some pleasure.
Not that I have anything against pigeons, and actually kind of like them. Anyway when I went down this morning I heard Sausage croaking. Fluffy met me mid-way down. Since GG was already outside, it was a good time for Fluff to come up. I locked her in the apartment and coaxed Sausage to eat the food I leave in the hallway.
Nope, she wanted what was in the bowl I was carrying even though it was exactly the same thing and followed me downstairs croaking at me the entire way. Mask was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs and Patch was hanging out in the tree. I fed Mask, fed Sausage. Patch jumped out of the tree and ran over, fed Patch. Sausage didn't want her food on the ground, she wanted what was in the bowl. I sat the bowl down and watched the kitty guys eat.
Then I noticed the feathers. There was one big feather and a whole bunch of little pigeon feathers. Somebody ate well -- at least it was a pigeon.
So while Patch and the others are eating, GG climbs the tree. He's sitting where Patch was and decides to go up higher. He's exploring a higher branch and I hear birds squawking. I go and look at GG, and he's found a bird nest, not pigeons. It appeared to be empty, thank goodness. Nevertheless, those birds are going to have to move. GG sniffed around the nest made his way back down, explored another branch and jumped out of the tree.
I pick up the bowl and go upstairs. Feed Fluffy and David their sardines. I think she's addicted. I heard that salt is to cats what sugar is to humans and it's not very healthy for them. On the same token, feral cats have hard, short lives they deserve some pleasure.
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