Hey, it's me, Puffy, taking over the little barky dog's blog thing.
Here's me, getta load of my handsomeness.
They come to eat the currents off the bushes. Yeah, those bushes I am chilling under.
Here's some of their feathers.
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.