Birds / How Not To Be Seen.

So on the subject of birds. My people are convinced (I have heard them talking) that I don't know they are not very respectful of me and my hunting abilities. As I said I did bring a bird for her which she did not appreciate. I brought her a caterpillar one day, which I put on the rug and when it started to move, she threw it out of the window into the garden. I have brought her moths which she seems not to like. I can't kill things you see, I just catch them. I brought a vole one day and when I put it down it didn't stay put and there was a dreadful fuss about catching it and getting it back to the garden. Then there was the baby hedgehog that we had in the shed for ages. I had no real problem with it except they fed it my food.

Anyway it grew up and moved on. Anyway, I have problems, I am white and visible and most things can see me from the moon. But as they say, which makes me a bit sick, I am cute. NOOOOO not cute. My favourite two things I brought back were a turkey leg (cooked) one Christmas and a large grey fluffy cat who I showed how to jump on the windowsill and wait for the window to be opened.

Tomorrow will be my views on chews.

I leave you with a most fetching portrait of myself, showing how not to be seen:

5 a.m.

This morning I got up at 5am. I hit the male with my paw a few times, but he just ignored me. I knew the female was awake, but not taking me on. Jumping on her did no good, so I played my trump card, which is clawing the carpet. She got up and let me out. I don't know why they don't think that time of the morning is a good idea; there are lots of birds about, which suits me fine.

About 50 hours later, she got up and went to work, but I missed the opportunity to get back in through the door. He is off work, so I just had to wait for an age, 'til he surfaced.

About the old and infirm birds.... I never got one yet, except the one I brought into the house last year. It flew round and she went mad. Not quite as much as when I brought the caterpillar in (tell you about that tomorrow) or the voles (lots of them). So this is me in handsome reposing mode... as big and fat as if I'd eaten all the birds. One day.....

Kissing frogs for chews...

Sorry I haven't kept you up to date, my people have had some personal problems but that seems to be ok now. I need to say at at no time were food or chewies not in ample supply, so thanks to them for that.

So - today I was wandering round the garden and this trip led to the picture for today. The older female has a younger female who no longer lives with us but I am always glad to see her car as I can use the guilty thing to get chews. I was bought from a rescue home for her, but she left me behind when she moved away. Anyway, I remember the older one telling the younger one if you kiss a frog it turns into a prince. Not that I want a prince unless he has pockets full of chews. So, during my trip round the garden looking for any elderly or infirm birds, ( more of that tomorrow), I found a frog !!! I kissed it, but nothing happened.



Laters..... Dini

Yawn...

My name is Houdini, but everyone calls me Dini. I have had quite a lot to eat today as my slaves have now fed me a fair number of times. I sometimes think I am wearing them out with my constant demands, but hey! A cat has to eat. And often. Very often. And you can always replace your slaves.