The white cat spends most of his limited outdoor time sat under a tree
gazing up, waiting for a bird to drop at his feet, but today I don’t know whether
his dream came true or whether he actually stirred himself to stalk and pounce
on a particularly dopey specimen, but there he was in the middle of the garden
with a blackbird at his feet, wondering what to do next; I saved him the
decision by shooing him off and removing the (mercifully dead) remains.
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