Thursday morning

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On Thursday my geek and her daughter were going to come over and see if Oreo, their dog, got along with Boe, my remaining dog. Boe loves both of them, but he was extremely excited to meet Oreo. More than Oreo was to meet him. However, I went out before they got there and I was sitting, watching my feral cats doing their thing. There are 4 of them. There is their mother, a fluffy fixed cat, probably female, and two kittens. Now, those two look a lot alike, but one is braver than the other. I call that one Braveheart. So far the other one I've just kind of called "the other one" but I think it'll probably be Scaredy. I call the fluffy fixed one "Fluffy" and the mother I kind of call "Mom." Well, Fluffy was kind of looking after the two kittens. Braveheart saw me sitting outside and actually approached me. No where near enough to touch me, but BH came about half way to where I was sitting. Then Mom showed up with a bird. Do NOT try and tell me about cats killing song birds. That bird was a sparrow, which, if you don't know, is actually an invasive species. I call them flying mice since I refer to pigeons as flying rats - and pigeons are another invasive species. I'm not talking about the Mexican doves, I'm talking about those fat ones you see in cities. Mom stood there and Scaredy trotted over and took the bird from her. I had thought I had seen movement before Scaredy took it away, but I guess if it were still alive, it was too badly injured to move much. Scaredy played with it some, but when my friends got there, I didn't see what happened after that. I have to say, that is a first for me. Have you seen anything like this?