Well, this is sad to tell, but that Sunday, the cat brought four birds home for us. Gifts, as I understand it. Those poor, poor birds. One died, but the other three were fine when my husband finally wrapped them in blankets and tossed them off of the deck. What a bummer!

Well, I’m not an evil Hitler person. I cannot lure birds into my yard with feeders and birdhouses and special thistle and birdsong food and then have a CAT kill them! Now can I? Poor Kiki has to go. But where?

I must find a place for Kiki.