…from my kitties:

  • They jump. It doesn’t matter how high – if they can see it, and if they think it’s worth chewing, they’ll jump at it.
  • Everytime I think they’re about to mutilate each other in one of their fights, they end up licking each other.
  • When they’re lost, they admit it right away.

Yesterday Dad surrendered a wounded starling to their devices, explaining to me, “They need to learn sometime.” So they pounced and batted and growled. But they couldn’t kill it. I’m not sure they didn’t have the physical power to do the deed — I’m thinking they were lacking the mental development necessary. I really don’t know what happened to the bird. I came home from visiting the youth hot dog roast and it was dark and the kitties were chasing fireflies.

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