Laugh. Learn. Love cats.
Someone told the neighborhood birds that they were auditioning for the next Alfred Hitchcock movie in our back yard.
They’re so thick out there that you could almost walk on them. And there’s no way that you would miss one if you pounced.
Ashton: I was watching closeups from my top-secret bedroom window before you scared them away. See what you did?
Newton: What’s that I spy?
A photographer who doesn’t know how to set ISO speed! Good help is so hard to find. Aside from that, I also see a feather! All of that noise on New Year’s Eve was almost worth it to get a leftover feather from a party tiara.
*chomp*
Put your fingers in here next to the claws and teeth of doom at your own peril. You can’t have the feather back now.
