Sunday, June 15, 2008
The brown cat is meowing at me. She wants out. She wants to go hunt down the robins that are raising a ruckus on the patio.
She doesn't understand why she can't. Just. Go. Out.
She can't because Mrs. Robin appears to have been injured in the storm we had tonight. First she and Mr. Robin were having normal conversation, but as he became aware of her plight their calls sounded more and more frantic.
It would be nice if she manages to fly away, but I have my doubts. I just hope she doesn't die in my yard. Patrick is my designated critter burier and he's gone for 12 days.
Update: Now she's meowing at Andrew. I guess she thinks he's the weaker link.