Sunday, March 27, 2011
I used to have a female cat, who when dive bombed by birds, would feign disinterest. Except for the twitching of her stub tail and the expectant look on her feline face, would ignore them. A day or two later, unsurprisingly, I would discover an unfortunate dusting of feathers from a deceased Mockingbird. The feathers marking its demise from an over confident, carelessness. I liked my cat, who exists only in my memories now, but the numbers of birds that are killed by house cats is enormous and today, I side with the birds.