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.
