George the cat must have heard me say once how much I love chickadees. (They are such a cute little bird, and I wish I could carry one in my pocket always.) I think that George, being a cat, doesn't know that just because a chickadee is my favorite bird, doesn't mean I want him to capture and kill one for me. And that leaving the wee little guy without any discernible injuries (nay, just laying like a sleeping little friend), doesn't mean he's going to get a pat on the head. Although I did try to be gracious by thanking him. I know he meant well.
October 28, 2007
In Memoriam
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3 comments:
RIP pretty little birdie
I am such a dork, I thought baby chick not chickadee. Duh!
My cat catches birds, but he doesn't leave them for me. He eats them... The cat my parents had (and still have) when I was in high school left (and leaves) them dead garden snakes. Such a joy to walk outside and see one lying (laying?) on the front porch.
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