Bad Kitty

Don't let this picture fool you, my friends. Cats and ducks? Not friends. Let me tell you how I came to this horrible realization.

For you loyal blog fans, you may remember my acquaintanceship with some ducks. There were three of them and they would come to my window for food. I would open the window and give them bits of pita, tortilla or bread based on its availability in my kitchen. Then one day, one of them tried to fly in my window, scaring me. Then, there were only two ducks. I was certain my bread had choked and killed the third. It's hard to rip up it small and quick when you are trying to avoid having them jump in your window impatiently.

Well, for a long time, the ducks avoided me. For good reason. I hadn't seen them in ages, until today. I was sitting at my computer, mourning the fact that I had no bread to offer these cuties. They were quacking and I was quacking (c'mon you know you do it) and everything was fine. Then. Remember the cat that likes to entertain me by ripping apart mice in front of my window? Well, she flies out of nowhere and pounces on the ducks. The ducks agitatedly fly off, and I swear they were cursing me as they went.

I would also like to note that these were not small ducklings. I am pretty sure they were each the size of the cat. What kind of bold kitty does such a thing? New Zealand cats, that's who. She smiled up at me when they had flown off, proud of the fact that I was not paying them any attention anymore. Freakin' cat.