The baby blackbirds have left home. I heard Rachel tell someone.
So am I allowed out again?
No. And why not, I hear you ask?
Because of these: baby thrushes.
Those idiotic birds are still in the nest, being fed by their idiotic parents till they get to be so big that a self-respecting cat might think twice about socialising with them. I am not allowed out until they have left home.
And when I do get out, I might leave home too. I might go and live amongst the trees and the wilderness, with
free-range food little birds and mice for friends. Then Rachel will be sorry.