Well, this is next month, so I haven't really messed up yet...

Hello there. I'm back again, with yet another contribution to this little, unnoticed blog of mine. No, the fact that it's Valentine's Day has nothing to do with anything. I, in fact, just realized that the reason I haven't posted anything here since January First is that I don't want anything on top of that wonderful post. Silly, right? I even copied it into a text document and saved it to my computer... I think I like it so much because of how I described the Internet. But, as it is February, I have, so far, not ruined my New Year's Resolution to post here more often!  Of course, I haven't updated my actual website since before my previous post... but whatever. I have been busy with school, after all. I have learned something amusing, but not unexpected if you ever think about it. If everyone you know knows that you adore cats, have cats, and that your family has almost always had more than one cat, telling them you got a pair of finches baffles them. (For those of you who don't know, finches are little, often brightly colored birds, of which there are many varieties and breeds.) The cat-loving people you know, however, do not ask why you got birds or if that was a good idea with cats around. Instead, they'll ask you how your cats responded, often with many predictions, such as "Why did you get such pretty toys you won't let us play with?" as a reasonable cat-response to a pair of small, caged, birds. 

However close that guess might be, my cats had two, very different, responses. Owen, the 'kitten,' though he's a little over a year old, saw them and perhaps said something like this: "Maybe if I climb all over this odd box I'll find the way to get those feathery toys out! Why are you yelling at me? But they want me to play with them! See? They're flying around, they're playing!" Tapeoca, having many more years of experience and wisdom, knew right away that trying to actually get at the birds was unlikely to have much success. Sure, she tested the bars of the cage a few times, but mostly she just watches them, as you or I would watch a fascinating movie. Her response would be more like: " How nice of my humans. They got me an indoor window, which I can watch some birds up-close, or from my favorite places on the furniture. Now if only Owen would stop blocking my view."