[ October 31st, 2002 at 12:55 pm ]

At mealtimes, groups of sparrows and doves gather around the feeder hanging just outside my window. Twinkie stalks them carefully from inside the glass, her haunches swaying. The birds don’t even know she’s there. Soon enough, though, Molly comes along. She is the cat with absolutely no real-world hunting experience. She runs up to the glass screaming, and of course the birds scatter.