Here's Looking At You, Cat

Neighborhood Owl

An owl has moved in to our neighborhood. I think it's pretty cool. It was raining the first day that we saw him. I think it is a Great Horned Owl. P&AF pointed him out on our neighbor's porch. I looked up and didn't really believe that I was seeing an owl.

P&AF: "Look, there's an owl."

M: "No, that must be fake."

P&AF: "No, it just moved; it's real."

M: (still not believing) "Maybe it's mechanical or something, to keep the pigeons away."

Pause.

M: "Are you sure it's not a cat?"

P&AF: "It's not a cat. It's an owl."

The owl does a weird little owl head bob and blinks at us.

M: "No, I guess you're right, it's really an owl."

(I've since discovered that my eyesight is really not so good. I'm going to the eye doctor any day now.)





The following Monday after the first owl spotting, I came downstairs to find a pigeon head waiting for me. I thought it might be a gift for our cat. I informed B, who told me that it was probably more like a threat...hmmm...




Our pigeon population is definitely dwindling anyway. I haven't seen the owl lately, but sometimes I heard him hooting.

So That's Where They Go

I woke up at about 5:30AM one day this weekend. I heard Henri on the floor eating something. So I sat up.

M: "Henri, NO!"

P&AF: "What's going on?"

M: "Henri's eating something on the floor."

P&AF: "It's fine. Go back to bed."

M: "But I don't know what she's eating."

P&AF: "Don't you ever wonder where the missing socks go?"