Hey y’all, it’s me again…Ms. baby AKA, fat cat….
My Mom wanted to tell this story, but it is all mine to tell. If you read Mom’s blog, you will know, I tried to catch a baby bird a few weeks ago, and got “dive bombed” by every bird in the neighborhood.
I don’t understand what the problem is. I. AM. A. CAT. Cats catch mice (haven’t you ever watched the Tom & Jerry Cartoon?) But, we also like birds. I have a hunters instinct about these things. As my Mom say’s, I am a cat.
I personally think these birds around my “hood” like to torture me, simply because they know my Mom and Dad won’t let me catch them. Ha, I got news for my parents……
The past few years, my 2 legged siblings, buy Mom a hanging basket, that she loves, Dad waters it to keep it alive, and I do like the smell of the pretty flowers. Well, I guess those birds like it too, because for the past couple of years, they have made a nest in it, and had babies.
This year, A Momma Robin has decided to set up her nest in the middle basket, and I’ve been keeping tabs on her, one of her relatives flew straight at Dad and almost landed on his nose, so I have to watch out for him. Baby birds are sort of clumsy, when they first start to fly, and that’s when I watch them closely.
This is the Momma bird, that has set up her house in my Mom’s plants. She takes breaks from sitting on her nest, and I ALWAYS get yelled at, when she does this. Pfft….I don’t want the Mom. Dad and Mom always yell at me to behave, when she leaves the nest. Like I am going to get her or anything. Shoot, All her relatives that are around would probably hurt me. I’ve been dive-bombed before.
This is the Mom in her nest, that she made, and gets mad at Dad, whenever he waters the plant, that she is nesting in. I lay underneath the basket every time I go outside, just in case, something falls out of it, and I can “save” whatever falls.
There are some other things hanging out around my house lately, and they look like this.
Now me, I love when Mom makes fried chicken, I wonder if I catch these, will she fry them up for me? They look like big chickens to me. I tried to catch one once. Dad and Mom laughed at me, pfft. If I really wanted to I could catch one of these.
But, I’m Ms. Baby AKA fat cat, and I don’t feel like running THAT hard after them.
Stay tuned, and I’ll let you know when the babies hatch, and start to fly, ahem, umm, start to leave the nest.
prrrrrrrrrr, I’m going to bed now with Mom and Dad now, someone has to keep their feet warm at night.