The cat caught a bird

The day started with a webinar on "Advocacy Strategies for Creating Livable Communities" (second webinar of the week. Really?) and is ending with beer, classical music and introspection. It's been a diverse day.

After my webinar ended my work averse body shambled into the yard in pants that were springing a third leak on the same leg. Before leaving home I grabbed my favorite jeans with a hole in them, up near the crotch. I patched them and that lasted a few days, but a new hole formed on the knee. Again the needle and thread went to work and my shoddy stitches held, but in less than a day another hole formed below the knee hole. Hmm. That hole was greatly enlarged today so we headed into town to find me a new pair. No appropriately sized (and priced) pair came to my attention so tomorrow I return to the field in the same pair. Tonight I'll patch the most recent hole, anticipating the hole beginning to form on the other knee. Much as I love these pants, Corey is going to have to go off on another clothing hunt soon. Tomorrow we work for money again. Thank goodness my work product won't get judged based on my appearance.

After lunch today, as we prepared to slog back out to work more, Candace shouted: "Oh no! Fiona [the cat] caught a bird!"

Fiona played the bird around a low table before proudly marching over with the tiny brown lump in her jaw. Horrified, Candace shouted again: "We have to get the bird from her! No! Bad Fiona!"

Into the bedroom we chased her, shutting the door behind us. . I grabbed my new staff and began prodding her out from under the bed. She was startled into letting the bird go, which flew into a window and dropped to the floor where Fiona grabbed her again. Candace (screaming all the while) grabbed Fiona and I opened the door to the patio. Again the bird flew free, and smacked into the closed half of the door. Fortunately, it moved left, found the opening and shot off into the trees. Poor Fiona cried and cried until we fed her some wet food. Content, she went back to sleep.

Ah, cats. Their ideas for what will impress people is further off than teenage boys trying to impress a girl (or am I giving too much credit to the teens?)