Miss Kitty is under house arrest. I'm sorry to have to resort to this but the mourning doves have fledglings that are leaving the nest for the first time and the cat can't wait! I have caught her - twice - crouched below the nest smacking her lips - and chattering her teeth.
She's an inside/outside cat, with claws and all her instincts in tact. She is afraid of nothing including the three large and rather stupid but aimiable brown labs that live next door.Three dogs. Miss Kitty would never put up with that in this house and in that, she and I are in agreement. So we spend more time than we like seeing them off. They bark at me when I race out like an outer mongolian waving and yelling and smacking the deck rails - and insolently lift their legs on my roses, but when the cat appears they run like the devil's unchained. It's because they've all been on the receiving end of those claws. She used to have to chase them but now all she has to do is stand on the top step, puff up into that hallow'een cat thing and it freaks them out. Totally.
But she may not scare the birds. And we both know that scaring birds is the least of her bad intentions. She wants to eat them. And that is why she is incarcerated for the next week. Not easy for a fietsy little she-cat.
Until next time.
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