I got "Birding by Ear," a CD recording of bird calls, for Christmas. I am playing the hit recording of "Mockingbirds, Thrashers and Thrushes" and the cats are going nuts. They have been upstairs and down to the basement, and are currently checking behind the furniture and slinking along the baseboards. They are going to get that bird if it's the last thing they do.

What shall I play next? "Orioles and Tanagers" or "Wrens, Kinglets and Gnatcatchers?"

God bless the Cornell Institute of Ornithology and Roger Tory Peterson. This is an unexpected bonus.

That is soooo mean.

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Roswell, GA (Atlanta suburb)

You realize that once they figure out the ruse they will kill you in your sleep.

And soooooo much fun.

You should try it on Bun Bun.

Your home is the Gitmo for cats!

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I strictly observe the Geneva Conventions for cats. They get wet food for breakfast and catnip every Friday. Their confinement is, however, indefinite and there is no appeal.

What do they do if you play the call of a predator like a hawk? Can the cats recognize it as a sound of danger or is it just another food item for them?

Bird calls!

That must be even more fun than mouse-on-a-string and laser pointers!

Oh, and sleep with one eye open.

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I am that Masked Man.

All you can do, is all you can do.

There’s trouble — it's time to play the sound of my people.

Your boos mean nothing to me, I've seen what you cheer for.

Insisting on your rights without acknowledging your responsibilities isn’t freedom, it’s adolescence.

I've been to the edge of the map, and there be monsters.

We are a government of laws, not men.

Everybody counts or nobody counts.

When a good man is hurt,
all who would be called good
must suffer with him.

You and I have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead.

There is no safety for honest men except
by believing all possible evil of evil men.

We don’t do focus groups. They just ensure that you don’t offend anyone, and produce bland inoffensive products. —Sir Jonathan Ive

An armed society is a polite society.
And hope is a lousy defense.

You make me pull, I'll put you down.

I *love* SIGs. It's Glocks I hate.

Back at Stalag 13, we always worked on our forged identity papers while listening to the shrike calls. How do you know the cats aren't planning a breakout?



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Better keep an eye on them and make sure those cats don't destroy your speakers!

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Mr Downtown
How do you know the cats aren't planning a breakout?

Breakout schmakeout...they're going to make Spartacus look like a walk in the park!

If you can't @#$%& with your cat, then who can you @#$%& with?!

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When I watched the BBC series, 'The Life of Birds' (lots of the bird footage from 'Planet Earth' came from this series), my cat actually jumped off my lap and charged the TV several times. It was great fun...

Time to bring home a parakeet!

Jeff



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That could be torture for the parakeet, though.

A former girlfriend had a parakeet and a cat that was constantly trying to get at the bird.

The only peace the bird got was when it was covered or the cat was barred from the room.

The bird squawked up a storm whenever the cat came into the room.

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I am that Masked Man.

All you can do, is all you can do.

There’s trouble — it's time to play the sound of my people.

Your boos mean nothing to me, I've seen what you cheer for.

Insisting on your rights without acknowledging your responsibilities isn’t freedom, it’s adolescence.

I've been to the edge of the map, and there be monsters.

We are a government of laws, not men.

Everybody counts or nobody counts.

When a good man is hurt,
all who would be called good
must suffer with him.

You and I have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead.

There is no safety for honest men except
by believing all possible evil of evil men.

We don’t do focus groups. They just ensure that you don’t offend anyone, and produce bland inoffensive products. —Sir Jonathan Ive

An armed society is a polite society.
And hope is a lousy defense.

You make me pull, I'll put you down.

I *love* SIGs. It's Glocks I hate.