#84 Binge Watching the Bird Channel
Writing is tough enough without distractions. One would think that with no young children at home, having the house to myself, it would be easy to sit down and get writing done. Yeah…no, not so much.
When one has a houseful of cats, one has a houseful of distractions. Either the cats are the distraction or they point you to the distraction, or some days, both.
One of their favorite distractions is what I call: The Bird Channel. I have azalea bushes planted in front of my office and living room windows. During the spring, the local cardinals set up housekeeping in those bushes, with nests, babies and adolescent birds hanging out in the safety of the azaleas. If only those birdies knew what was lurking on the other side of the glass.With the lovely spring sun shining in through the windows, the dear little bird can’t see what is on the other side.
Fangs. Claws. Tails twitching in anticipation. Funny little hissy-clicky noises that translate to,” Birdz! Birdz! I wants it!”
In short, my feathered friends have no idea they are on the bird channel. I’m pretty sure it’s not quite the same thing as being on reality TV, but then again I’m sure there are some rather alarming similarities, especially when it comes to the audience just waiting for you to make some misstep, salivating over the chance to pounce on you when you’re down.
Luckily for everyone there is a nice, sturdy pane of glass between the birds and their watchers. That doesn’t mean that the felines in residence don’t try their darndest to try and get to the birds on the other side on occasion. They meow, claw, jump and occasionally beat their little furry heads against the glass.
Birdz! Must have birds!
Sometimes I think their kitty-buddies laugh at them when they fail to achieve BIRDZ! I know I do, which is one of the reasons writing takes so long.