Remember how I said I was looking out for more Treachery? Here it is!
And no, we can't just have normal birds in here--not the small, pretty, snack-sized birds. We need huge, monstrous, terrifying scary-birds.
The first bird is a juvenile bald eagle. We've had it for a while, and that's okay. It's in a box. It can't get me.
It's also in a very relaxed, non-threatening, I've-just-eaten-a-big-meal-and-can't-possibly-eat-a-cat position.
Now, today, thanks to the Boone County Conservation League, we have a red-tailed hawk. The staff ladies seem to be all in a tizzy about it (the good kind, like when you bring them chocolate), but I don't trust it one bit:
First problem? It's not in a box. Second problem? It looks like it might want to eat me. Third problem? I am a Brave Tough Mancat and it makes me want to go cower in my litter box. (I can't believe I just said that to the whole Internets.)
I would have a better close-up picture of it, but my AAB Photographer is
Be glad.
So how will I cope with this new development?
If you need me, I'll be NOT near the bird.
Nervous Purrs,
Tober
