So, this morning, Mrs. Wigglebottom and I are returning from our walk and we’ve just gotten past Dr. Phil’s house and we’re on our way up the hill when all of a sudden I feel something brush against the side of my head, like a rapidly folding and unfolding fan.
Y’all, this just tickled me so much. A bird divebombing me. What’s a bird going to do to me?
Not a whole lot and yet, I was too close to something he cared about (I presume a nest) and he was determined to chase me off, no matter how ridiculous.
Well, we walk by there every day. I hope he gets used to us being there.
Then, I came home and the tiny cat came in to eat come breakfast and then, I swear, she opened up her mouth and made this noise that sounded like “Let me out.”
Well, slap my ass and call me a baby, when your cat starts making noises that sound like discernible sentences, the very least you know is that you’ve been spending too much time together and so I did indeed let her out.
I will say, though, she seemed highly surprised that her little display worked, so, even if she knows at some level that making noise gets you let out, I think it’s safe to say that she’s not so smart as to exactly get which noises work best.