Morning Coffee On The Front Stoop

I mistook our little tuxie's intentions this morning.

At first, I thought she was simply waiting for my coffee to brew when I came upon her waiting patiently at the front door, her tail twitching back and forth. But when I finally opened the door, I discovered she had murderous designs on a blue jay.

The jay escaped after being flushed from the bush out front.

The cat wasn't quick enough ... this time.


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