Bill agreed it was probably a raven because it almost stood as high as his two year old son and weighed a good twenty pounds. Since then he has been seen twice. Once by Bill himself, and once by a girl playing at the school with a ball. I like cats. I don't love them, but I like them.
Cats expect to be fed and pampered, touched on their terms.
And they like birds. There are times however when I have problems with the people cats own. Working in an animal hospital was a real eye-opener. I found that the worst enemy of cats are other cats. These poor guys were stitched from head to toe because they jumped over the wrong fence.