Cat Meet Bird Meet Snow
Posted on February 12, 2008 Posted by John Scalzi 15 Comments
I suspect that cat and the bird weren’t actually there at the same time. Or, for the sake of the bird, I hope so.
Whatever
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Pretty neat picture. :)
I think a moulage is in order, just in case a body is found.
What’s all that white stuff? Sand?
Just to gloat I wore shorts, a T-shirt and went barefoot to pick up my daughters from school this afternoon since it’s 70 degrees and sunny here in Central California.
Eh. I went barefoot today too. Because I’m hardy, you see.
No feathers. If Bird was there, Bird done escaped.
Re #4: You probably went barefoot because you didn’t leave the house all day. That doesn’t count.
I have pictures of cat footprints where the cat went outside and then turned right around because he decided he really didn’t want to be out there.
Here John, I fixed it for you:
Eh. I went barefoot today too. Because I’m foolhardy, you see.
We all hang a curveball over the middle of the plate sometimes. :)
No signs of a scuffle. Forensics suggest violence was averted.
Hah, I’m with ebear. If they WERE there at the same time, it almost looks like they were pal’n around.
Bird (hop, hop): Hey Cat, look. Snow.
Cat (walking carefully in own footprints): Meh.
*scene*
That’s actually a lovely photo. :-)
Gods-damn but that looks cold!
*swelters*
I mean, it’s about 7:15 pm here and it’s still 34C/93F, and the forecast suggests it won’t drop below 25C/77F tonight. *bah!*
Nice pic.
It was 75 yesterday and only suppose to be 45 today (w/ flurries on the way to work). I just love Alabama winters.
Maybe next time their “paths cross” (literally) the bird won’t be so lucky…
My dog tried to play with a swan the other day.. in the Atlantic…in February. Sadly… I had no camera.
The dog ran up,thinking- as she always does- that the swan would want to be her friend. The swan spread its wings and hissed. Sloppy stopped in her tracks, but didn’t leave.
The swan then made a rush at the dog, who crouched, held, and started wagging her tail. I called her away before the fur/feathers flew.