Subtlety, Thy Name is Not Tabby Cat
This summer, we've had two families of mourning doves nest in the eaves of our house. One used an existing nest in front of Kathy's office window. The other either built or restored a nest outside our living room window. Both these nests are easy viewing spots for the boys upstairs. Skee is all about the doves. Dash is a finch cat at heart, but he enjoys watching the doves as well.
Their style, however, couldn't be more different. Dash is coy and will hide so doves can't see him, watching. Skee, however, can't contain himself and he loses his mind.
It starts with the tail lashing, then the bottom-wiggling, and pretty soon he is throwing his body against the glass, muttering all the while. I've suggest to him that discretion might be a more shrewd approach, but it's not in him to hold back. Listening closely, I think what he's saying roughly translates to this:
"Fly away, I dare you to try! I'll have you for dinner and your babies for snacks and it will be so great! Do it, do it, do it!"
thwap!
Oh, Skeeter....
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