Kitty is 11!
I can’t believe it, Kitty turned 11 yesterday. She is a little gray around the muzzle but no less impish. Well, maybe a bit. She was really bad when she was a puppy. I didn’t buy her any gifts, but BT did find her favorite ball which had been lost since the move. She was very pleased.
I have a lot of work to do this week and I can’t say I’m excited about it. It’s particularly difficult to be locked inside when spring is happening outside. I’d rather be birding. On the coast. Which reminds me, I came home from the grocery store the other day, and in my front yard a Cooper’s hawk was standing over a still-breathing white-winged dove. I was hoping I would get to see it eat its dinner when the neighbor’s cat came prowling over, ready to pounce on the little hawk. I don’t know how he managed to pick up that heavy dove, but the hawk carried it to a tree and by the time I came back out with binoculars he was gone. Damn cat.