One or the other of our clever kitties went out and caught the bird that flew into the window. They brought it inside and played with it happily until it escaped and is now up on the window sill above the door. Our defective kitties don’t actually know how to kill things, just play-with-them-to-death. Or to-escape, which ever comes first, or until whenever they get bored and go for a nap.

Vanilla Earl Grey tea is yummoriffic with a bunch of soy milk poured in with it. Even cold, as it has gotten now that I don’t want to go upstairs to microwave it warm again because there’s a freaked out bird up there that will poop on me if I get too close.