Whiskers is under the impression that there is nothing in the back yard but a swirling blur of white and green. She will sit and watch out “the window” for hours. Since there doesn’t seem to be anything going on back there, she is content to stay in the house.
Little does she know that right outside “the window” she is supposedly looking out of, are birds. Lots and lots of them and they’re all slow and sluggish because we feed them well. They are so slow and sluggish we’ve had to teach Topper not to pounce on them. He thinks he’s playing with them, but ends up stunning them so that the terriers, who have vastly more sinister culinary plans for them, can move in for the kill.
But Whiskers is oblivious to all of this. She sits and stares out into the fog waiting for…something only the feline brain can fathom.
In the meantime, enjoy some gratuitous puppy photos: