Stevie cotched the Phoebe this morning. . . .

I let him out. A couple a minutes later, I heard this pitiful cheeping at the kitchen door. Opened the door, and in came cat with a mouth full of cheep, and a tail waggling out one side. I grabbed him by the fur on the back of his neck, negotiated him back out the door, and opened his jaws. Out flew the Phoebe. First to the window, and then through the opened doors. I hope it has learned something. Next time, I doubt Stevie will bring it in. . .

When it was done, two small Phoebe feathers on the kitchen floor.


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