It was a lovely spring day today so I was in the games room on the computer with the outside doors wide open. (I was actually playing Civilization but my wife thinks I was productive).
I just glanced up and saw some movement from the corner of my eye. I knew the cats were asleep in their bedrooms (okay- they were pretending- they were secretly communicating with the mothership).
Anyway I got up and there were two doves striding around the games room! They saw me and one flew out and one flew into the glass door, shook its head and then escaped.
I mean, I don’t want the cats to eat them but I wouldn’t mind if they established a presence so the birds didn’t run amok!
Lazy little gits! My cat often sits in the window making that tktktk hunting noise at the doves who live in the hedge. However, given that I can’t even get her to hunt moths in the house, I’m not sure what she’d do if a dove came indoors.
I look at it this way. Who did they piss off and what must they have done in order to get stranded this far out on the galaxy’s edge, on this dirty little rock and in the body of some hideous, furry creature no less. Under those circumstances, I think we’d all be a little bummed.
But I see your point and I have the same problem. They pretend that they want to play just to screw with you. Present them with live prey, like an insect of some sort, and they look at you like you’re stoned.
It’s our own damned fault for feeding them. If they can travel hundreds of light years to get here and transfer their consciousness to new bodies, the least they should be able to do is prepare their own meals. I can only conclude that they still believe they are fooling us.
Mine must have previously been ship security officers. I haven’t seen a live mouse, chipmunk, rabbit or mole in the yard for years. And all the birds (except the turkeys) stay in the trees.