Typing Slave was given gifts recently for something called "Mother's Day". Birdfeeders, she got. Birdfeeders! What about catfeeders? Or a method by which I can open the blinds to the back porch myself so I can view these birdfeeders, the birds on them, the strays in my back yard, and all those blasted bunnies. Is that too much to ask? In one of my incarnations, I think the second life of my nine, I was a mother, too.
While I'm listing the things I should have gotten for Mother's Day, let me include a better collar with a louder bell (the better to disturb Nanny Slave), a sheepskin covered perch beside this window, gourmet tuna for dinner, a video of cats beating up dogs, and a cat door to the outside so I can turn those birdfeeders into the catfeeders I wanted in the first place.
Sincerely,
MK
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My slaves have a bird bath that they keep bird seed in on our deck. I frequently forget that there is a glass door there and bonk my head when springing into the door. The birds have actually begun to taunt me to get me to do it more often and sadly I can't resist trying just in case one time I actually manage to make it out there to teach them a lesson. The point of this is...maybe you should be glad you can't see the bird feeders.
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