Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Talking to the birds
Today, as I was putting on my make up, I heard Nora engaging in one of her favorite passtimes. Talking to the birds.
She was sitting on a little stand we have at the top of our steps, just warbling away. If you have never heard a cat talk to the birds, let me tell you, it is funny to hear. It is not a meow, or a growl, but a tender coaxing kind of sound.
With my super special translation skills, I was able to determine that the conversation went something like this:
Nora: Hello Mr. Bird, what a lovely song you are singing.
Bird: Oh! Why thank you, (in British accent)
Nora: If only I could hear it better, can you come a little closer please?
Bird: (again with British accent) Why I would be happy to oblige a lovely lady such as yourself. (scoots closer)
Nora: Why, Mr. Bird, what lovely colors your feathers have, do you mind if I have a closer look?
Bird: Oh, well, by all means, I insist. (again with the British accent)
Nora: Let me just get a little...bit...closer (Nora takes flying leap at window and crashes to the floor)
Bird: Stupid frickin cat (spoken like a New Jersey hoodlum).