Tuesday, June 17, 2014

A Cat's Gotta Do What A Cat's Gotta Do

Hey, it's me, Puffy, taking over the little barky dog's blog thing.
Here's me, getta load of my handsomeness.
Notice I look like I'm just chilling under those current bushes. It's a nice place to Look like I'm chilling.
But I am really in the perfect spot to do some hunting. And I am good at hunting. In fact, I may single-pawedly rid this place of some tasty birds. Cedar Waxwings is what they're called.
They come to eat the currents off the bushes. Yeah, those bushes I am chilling under.
Here's some of their feathers.
You see where I'm going with this, right? Yeah, I've been catching those dumb birds when they come to eat the currents. It's so easy.
But I guess Big 'Dopted Mommy don't like me catching them birds. Sometimes she comes out of the house, hollering at me to let the bird go. Yesterday she even picked me up when I had a bird in my mouth. Durn bird flew away.
But not today. She came out hollering. The dogs came out barking. I ran and climbed over the gate and went into the garage. When she picked me up this time, the bird dropped out of my mouth. It didn't fly away. She picked it up. I guess she was thinking that by holding it, it might revive. She shut me up in the garage. I think she took the bird outside so's that if it Did revive, it wouldn't be flying all crazy-like in the garage.

Pretty sure this bird ain't gonna revive.


Hey, it's her fault. She shouldn't have planted those current bushes. She should've known those birds would come to eat the currents. And since the Drover dog went to the bridge, I've been able to come into the yard without getting barked at and chased by him.
A cat's gotta do what comes natural like.
I am whittling the Cedar Waxwing population down around here.

You're welcome.

31 comments:

  1. She shoulda known about the bushes bringing the birds for sure...but if she had would she have planted them at all? And if THAT had happened, you wouldn't have all those silly birds to hunt and you would be a very bored kitty, Puffy! But still, it's not nice to go after the poor things...fun as it is. But then it IS instinct so...you can't really help yourself. But then she shouldn't have planted to bushes...but then...

    Gah! Who to blame properly in this case!? I know! SQUIRRELS!

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  2. Yeah, what's with the peeps? Cats hunt stuff, doggies bark. The peeps gotta deal with it.

    You know something, Wes? No squirrels (or bunnies) around here. Wanna guess why? ;-)

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  3. Maybe mum needs to put some kind of bird scarer in the current bushes? We put those twirling windmill thingies from the cheap shop in ours and it has worked. After all we want to eat the currents and we don't have a snow leopard like you to do the hunting for us. Have a terrific Tuesday.
    Best wishes Molly

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    1. Hey, this is me Puffy, aka The Snow Leopard, if I don't catch me some birds, I'll just have to hunt something else. Mousies, gophers, deers, moosies. Whatever there is around here.

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  4. BOL :D Puffy da snow weppard! Gud one, Molly! Gud idea, tu, 'bout da chimes! Yu r one smart gurlpup.

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    1. Hey, LWD, whose side are you on? You don't want to mess with a snow leopard. You better come on over and think right.
      Cats hunt birds. Period. If I can't catch me one of those Cedar Waxwings, I'll go after the little yellow warbler birds. Or robins. Or pheasants. Or eagles.
      Ok, maybe not the eagles.

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    2. Sowwy, Stinkpot. Ooops, I meen, Puffy. Jus' wosed my head dere fur a minit. Yu r wite - kitties gotta hunt birdies an' us pupses gotta bark. It r da way we wuz maded, 'cept I wuz borned unner a haggis twee in Scotwand an' yu wuz borned in a barn or sumfing, wite, Puff?? A weal nice barn, doe! *runs off*

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    3. You are close LWD. I was born in an old house that got torn down. Right next door to the barn. MOL!

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  5. dood.....due knot waste yur time N energeez on da stooooooooooooopid rood trezzpazzin BURDS...N what ever ya due...due KNOT eat em...talk a bout a bellah ache frum hell ina hand baskit ...sted oh keepin ewe under lock down tell yur mom ta saw de bushes outta de soil N mewve em ta sum place else...may bee her can grow em in de houz.....safe bushes, noe burdz, noe bellah aches for ewe...itza win win !!

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    1. Tabbies, it's a habit. You ever tried one of these birds? They taste good! Even most of the feathers. Yep, I even eat the end the caca comes out of. Yeah, I'm kinda rough around the edges.
      I think I did overdo it this morning. I went out hunting for a nice mousie or gopher. Needed something fuzzy and furry in my bellah.

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    2. "Wuff 'wound da edges..." BOLBOLBOL :D Wemme gess - yu dwink outta da finger bowl, tu, wite?? BOLBOL *falls over laughing*

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    3. Drink out of the finger bowl? What kind of fingers are in there? I'm gonna eat 'em!
      Puffy picks Zaidie up, Run along now little doggie. Your momma is calling you. Time for your mani and pedi.

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    4. Grrrrrr...Why I otta...

      "Zaidie! Time to come in now! Your lavender bubble bath is ready for you. Lots of bubbles - just the way you like it, HunBun!!

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    5. Too, too funny you two!! Personally my drink of choice is from the big white bowl in the bathroom. No fingers in there but sometimes there's other stuff!!

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    6. Yikes, You pups and kitty are starting to go south...MOL!!
      You got growlmy/meowmy giggling and choking in her tea!

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  6. Wow we commend you on your excellent hunting skills!

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    1. Yeah, it's a gift. Thanks for dropping in, Snarky Barky doggies.

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  7. Good job killin dem burds. Wish I could get outside and kill dose tasty doves dat taunt me right out da window.

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    1. Doods, I'll send ya some of my kill. We got Mourning Doves, don't think I've ever caught one of them.
      I'll see what I can rustle up for you.

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  8. Dat are cool ya can kill burdz, da best I do are barkin dem to go away.

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    1. But you and me, we kill the little furry critters.
      Vermin fear us!

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  9. Puffy, I think you and I would get along. I hunt just like you, wait with lots of patience and then get them. I caught a big black bird that way. He didn't revive either. My breeder told Mommy that us affenpinscher's are good hunters and Mommy didn't know how good until I showed her. Now I wear a bell outside. GRRR....

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    1. That's right, little JellyDog. Patience is what it takes!
      We'd be a good pair, even though I probably weigh 2 or 3 times your weight.
      Mol!
      Lose that stinkin' bell!

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  10. Puff, you are one tough hombre and you kinda scare me.

    Aroo to you,
    Sully

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    1. Naw, little SullyDog, don't be afraid. I like the doggies. I'm just a big marshmallow with doggies.

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  11. Puffy is a stealth hunter. That bird didn't know what was happening. Well done Puffy!

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    1. They are bird brains, fur sure!
      Thanks BuddyDawg!

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  12. Oh, no! Poor birdie!
    Yours sincerely,
    Margaret Thatcher

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  13. Hi Zoe, I haf noticed you have responded to our blog so I looked you up on the BlogSpot. place and added you..yayy....stella rose

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  14. I think those waxwings get drunk or something so that they furget to pay 'tenshun when you go there to hunt em.

    Or they are so hungry they are too absorbed in gobbling the yummies!

    Good hunting, we has to stay inside, where we chatter and chirp at what we see out there...dog-guy he get so hunt em and he does get em, too...

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  15. Mr. Puffy sir, um, you're just a little bit scary...just saying...I mean, good job on the hunting and stuff, but...yikes...

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