Many small birds have fledged and all the way on our walk we were shouted at by birds saying to their children, "That my child is a cat. Beware, beware. For they are made of claws and teeth so sharp and they love the bright flick of a moving thing. But they do not have wings and they cannot fly and that is why they are jealous of us and try if they can to stop our flight."
It is too hot to chase birds. We care not if they fly. One day we too will have wings. But we do so love to watch them trace their patterns across the sky. For now we seek cool shade and the view of a blue sea.
It is very cute how you are laying with your tails crossed. Like holding hands!
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