Bird Watch

Day 286: Both of Merry's kitty perches are immediately on the inside of the window from bird feeders. The hummingbirds intrigue him more than the larger birds (Grosbeaks, Jays, etc.) who come to eat at the suet basket, possibly because they move so much faster. For the most part, they stay on the far side, watching the Watcher, although occasionally one will hover near the glass. Skunk and Tippy both enjoyed watching birds, and neither of them became particularly agitated. That wasn't the case with Pete, the first cat I had as an adult. At the time, I lived on the east coast where Bluejays were prevalent. Pete was allowed outdoors, and the jays often attacked him when he went outside, flying down and smacking him in the back of the head. When Pete was inside, a jay sometimes perched on a branch directly outside the window. Pete's lower jaw would begin to tremble, and his teeth would chatter, despising his tormentors. I never knew him to kill a bird, but I am certain the urge was strong. Merry seems content to watch, and of course he will always be kept indoors and away from my feathered friends.