Whew, the atmosphere the other day! Rachel was on the warpath.
Scooter had caught a little bird, and brought it indoors to show us.
It was dead; Rachel was so cross! She trapped Scooter in the utility room and put an extra bell on his collar, a loud one, like Millie’s.
She hopes that might help the birds. I’d show you, but Scooter is hiding – Rachel had to catch him twice to get his collar off and put on again with the new bell. He won’t forget or forgive in a hurry!
Now the neighbours won’t be able to tell which cat is galloping across their roof in the night, tinkling.
Me, I never catch birds. I’m just too busy.
And I like a peaceful life.
Isn't It Dinnertime Yet? 
Oh dear. Poor bird. It sounds as if Scooter is at least as good a hunter as my Gordon (a.k.a. Mr Jingle) who recently discovered how to get up on the roof and came back with a long dead corpse. Don’t understand how that poor bird had met its end but Gordon still found it palatable.
I can’t tell you how excited I get when I get an email telling me there’s a new post here. “Oh yay! The Team has put out a new post!”
Aww, Scooter was only doing what comes naturally – to most cats.
So it’s OK for those two to have adventures, and Flossie gets to go too, but as soon as one of you does something quite natural – she objects! Well, I suppose you just have to remember who brings home the kibble!!