Mittens Gets Lucky

I spent all day Saturday (between naps) standing vigil by the backdoor in hopes of family Porch Time. Suddenly my pleas were heard on Sunday, and we went out in the early morning hours for some quality time al fresco.

We were all settling in in at our usual spots when suddenly Mittens came bounding down the brick wall at the back of the yard. I imagine how we all must have looked to Mittens, all of our mouths in an "O" formation of surprise.


"Did you see that?" Dad asked as Mittens bounded into the yard next door.

"Do you mean Mittens, or the fact he had a birdy in his mouth?" Mom replied, still stunned.

"A Bird? Are you sure?"

"I saw sparrow tail feathers coming out of the side of his mouth!"

I saw it too. It was like Wild Kingdom - The Reality Show.

Mittens, the kitty who likes to hang out at my place, was getting himself some tweet action right in my yard. Now I am a lover and not a fighter, and I would never harm one of my tweets. Sure a grannycat can dream of the taste of Finch Fancy Feast, but I've never taken action in that direction.

If Mittens is going to go "Native" in my yard the least he can do is take out Mr. Mocking Bird or Lady Mockington. Even I would cheer that effort.

Mom quickly refilled Mittens dish with dry kibble. I think she feels a little guilty.