October 31st 2004 12:10 am
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Way back when I was younger, I used to live in a high building shaded by a big maple tree with a view of the far off lake and mountains. That was BD (before dogs), when a cat could rule a window sill without fear of being sniffed and licked.
Anyways, the outside of this place was infested with the fattest, juiciest, best fast-food fed pigeons anywhere. Not only that, but the windows didn't have screens, so to keep the place cool the humans had to have them ajar.
Ah, the many times that I swept my claws through those cracks at those plump birdy bellies. What joy in the fact that they never learned and always came back and perched. Once my pleasure was great in the hunt, for I got one of those birds and dragged her through the crack. My intention was to bat it around a bit and spread blood, feathers and gore throughout my realm, but unfortunately I was caught in the act...pigeon was taken away. Oh but how manificient was my trophy! How big, how singularly succulent...wish the humans had been out...
Sometimes when I dream you can tell I am thinking of pigeons. I sweep my claws thus, and my mouth opens in a big grin.
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