Snow, Birds, Cats

I trudged out early on Saturday to give the birds what was left of our food supply for them.

This started a chain reaction for most of the day. The birds would come to eat, the cats would watch intently until one of them (usually Ozzy) would pounce against the window. The birds would fly off in terror, but return a few minutes later to continue eating.

This actually happens a lot in our house. Normally I find it amusing, but given the level of snow and, presumably, lack of food for birds, I tried to keep the cats from scaring the poor creatures as much as possible.

My attempts were futile.

On Sunday morning, Coco was literally clawing the window as a squirrel was eating right in front of her. Unlike the birds (and/or, unlike the terror Ozzy can cause), the squirrel gave Coco no ground, just stopping to eat on occasion to glare at her as if she were the dumbest animal on earth.

This was entirely unfair, of course. Dumbest in the house, most certainly. But I'm sure there are numerous single-cell organisms that don't have her resolve to do the same thing over and over again even if it serves no purpose.

Finally, cold dove butts.