So, I thought I'd go over to my window sill to enjoy a quiet Sunday morning sitting in the sun and watching the cul-de-sac. And guess who was there? The neighborhood ferals! I think they were coming over for a Sunday visit. What a neighborly thing to do, don't you think? I've tried to make friends with them before when out on my harness, but Mom won't let me get too close. But this morning I actually got to go nose to nose. I tried to talk to her, I chirped, and gurgled, and pawed at the glass. She responded a little bit and tried to talk back. Her lazy sibbling just took over MY bench in the front yard. It was exciting and disturbing at the same time. I mean, I got a visitor! But that is my front yard! We finally just laid down on our respective side of the window and watched each other for a while. When her Sunday visit was over, I ran into the family room and jumped on Mom's lap and begged for her to take me outside. She said later. But I want to go out NOW! She said no, you don't want to overdo a nice Sunday visit. Plus, it is Sunday morning, and Mom's being lazy....
