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jhetley ([personal profile] jhetley) wrote2004-11-13 10:49 am

No snow

Promises, promises....

Gray day out there, chill wind, but the promised white stuff seems to have taken a right turn and headed over toward the fictional land of Barnstead and That Cat. I'd guess that the nature center crew were right to cancel the scheduled sea-bird cruise for this morning, though. They had planned to take a lobster-boat sized craft out from the end of Roque* Bluffs, a couple of hours' drive east of here.

Speaking of cats, we have a defective lot around here. Looked out the window the other day and spotted Mittens tucked up into a comfortable cat-loaf under the bird-feeder. Right behind Mittens, also looking comfy and close enough that their tails touched, was a squirrel chowing down on the sunflower waste from overhead. Cat, meet rodent. Rodent, meet cat.

*Note to LJ spellcheck -- that is _not_ a spelling error for "Rogue."
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[personal profile] pjthompson 2004-11-13 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm afraid cats and squirrels have identity crises here on the other side of the country (L.A.), too. Squirrels have been known to run over the tail of my mom's cat. She flicks her tail at them but nothing worse.

[identity profile] jhetley.livejournal.com 2004-11-14 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
It's all bad parenting -- MommaCat didn't teach the young 'uns to hunt.