Thursday, April 06, 2023

THE CALL OF THE OUTDOORS

Got back home just before midnight after spending the afternoon and evening in the nicest part of the East Bay with nice people. See, I can be social at times! There were photos of chickens and there was a very pleasant cat there.

The photos of chickens: a couple keep chickens. Very personable chickens, apparently.
The cat: orange, even tempered, uncontrollable, wants to kill things.
The cat appears to have no moral compass.
A furry psychopath.
It must be stressed that the cat did not claw, scratch, or bite. So it wasn't intent on murdering the humans. Rather, it gave every indication of a keen desire to mayhem the wildlife outside. Despite not quite understanding the wildlife. A fierce mighty hunter who had done in a small creature about the size of a marble or thumb about a week ago, with a happy combination of accident, curiosity, and primal bat the bejazus out of this cute whatever it is instinct.

One suspected the cat of being a reincarnated drunk driver.

Now lovable, because reduced in scope.



I'm not good at drawing cats. They seldom sit still.
Unless they're asleep or hiding.



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