The offending bird returned this morning to taunt the cat, who was sitting in the kitchen window.
Our cat just performed the King Arthur role in the "French Taunting" scene from Holy Grail. She was out on our deck and the birds who live in the trees on our property were having none of it. One in particular—a mockingbird who was doing his impression of a Blue Jay—found it his job to taunt our cat. He (the bird) sat on the edge of our roof and clucked and chortled at poor Saffy. At one point she dared to try to get closer to him by jumping up on the handrail near the edge of the house, which only egged him on more. He flew from one point to the other along the edge of the deck, always enticingly close to Saffy, yet oh so out of reach. And he clucked and clucked at her, tilting his head to one side, then the other. The Reenactor and I both found it endearingly like Grail. Our poor cat is really frustrated.
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I do believe the bird's days are numbered, despite Atticus' warnings. When I let her out this morning, the bird was in the birch tree, and Saf intently glared at it from the stairs, her backside twitching with a barely supressed leap to the handrail. I think the bird realized its shit was weak and that it was not as defendable a position as last night, as it hopped back and forth.
That cat is planning.
but of course! why else would it chirp in that outrageous accent?
I peep in your general direction.
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