the kitten chronicles - part 79

The boys have taken up bird watching. They are avid about it. If they had tiny Tilley hats, shorts with too many pockets and binoculars they'd fit right in with the Point Pelee crowd. They stand on their hind legs in the front window and admire the passing flocks with intent interest. Rufus will meow a deep meow to his brother if something particularly remarkable flies by. "There goes a black capped chickadee, brother" Then Rooney will reply, something like, "There goes brunch!" And they'll both errupt into much Eeking kitten laughter. Cat jokes are an aquired taste - just like the taste for chickadee with a squeeze of lemon. Sometimes Rooney tires of this and lies on a pillow on the couch where he can still see the action - but from a distance. All this standing and watching is murder on the hind legs. Maybe I'll subscribe to the Bird Channel on Rogers for them- it might keep them away from what's left of my plants. xxx dad