We are two fine felines, living together yet worlds apart on the cat spectrum. Each saved from life in a shelter to be brought into a cozy house in the woods. I am Goldie, the young mancat, brave, fluffy and apricot. I am Banshee, young calico, formally feral, arrived in November. We live with four of them, The Music Man, The Peacemaker and the wee ones. These are our stories.
11 comments:
Bad crow! Those birdies should know better!
That crow better find a place to hide because you will remember him when you get outside again.
Beware of Goldie, baby crow! ;-)
Good job with the yard-guarding, Goldie!
Oh Goldie - they better run, it looks like you mean business!
What makes those frigging bird think that they have the right to put one feather in our space. They must, MUST be eaten.
Looks like you really wanted to go outside and give that crow a piece of your mind!
--JB
A baby crow! Go get him! Hee, hee, I love to watch the crows and blackbirds on the lawn.
Hugs...g
You tell 'em, Goldie!
You give that crow what-for, Goldie! If ya need help seckurin yur perimeter, me and Brainball will tellyport right ofur!
Kittyhugs and purrs from MaoMao!
ha ha hahu ar to funny telling them to go wat do u thin they will go let us know if u neet help ok
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