Tuesday, April 21, 2009


I came home from work today and there was a pile of bird feathers in the front yard. I mean a pile, like someone had plucked an entire blue jay and strewn it's feathers across the yard.

I looked about, expecting to see a dead body and there's Miss Kitty. Sitting by the front door licking her paw with a big white feather stuck in her collar.

Nobody messes with Miss Kitty! Nobody!

I never did find that bird. I guess it barely escaped with its life. Man I wish I'd seen Miss Kitty scrapping down with a blue jay. That would have been sweet.

1 comment :

  1. "...it barely escaped with it's life." Are you so sure it escaped? Has Miss Kitty suddenly developed a, um, small birdsized bulge in her midsection?