Very fat complacent pigeons, sitting temptingly within view on the overhead telephone wires outside the house. Both cats sit glued f or hours watching their prey, inexplicably out of reach.
Door handle rattling transferred from internal doors to external doors.
Minka developed banshee tendencies, and would sing to the fat birdies hoping to knock them into a trance long enough to pounce. In between Minka manages to rifle through tinopener Heather's drawers looking for a nice soft spot to have forty winks. So we finally relented and let them out. The first hour was nail biting. I stood at the window and watched their every movement.