May 9, 2006 @ 4:03 am | Filed under: Family Adventures
Cat poop in the bird feeder. Actually IN it. Or I suppose it is more accurate to say ON it; it’s a deck-mounted platform feeder.
We don’t even have a cat.
I’m told it’s the neighbor’s cat and he’s very friendly.
Yeah, I’ll just bet the cardinals think so.
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