Yesterday at work Trisha and I were talking about nightingales - this morning I was on youtube looking them up. The cats were on my bed, Dolly buried underneath a quilt, sound asleep, of course.
I found a nightingale, nice and loud. Poor Dolly appeared, wide-eyed and disoriented.
But nowhere could she find that bird. Poor Dolly!
I saw where this was heading and still couldn't help but laugh, poor Dolly! I may try this out and see what Elizabeth does.
ReplyDeletePoor thing! I can see how it could be confusing!
ReplyDeleteMy first rescue cat had a hard time dealing with the radio. TV was ok -- something is moving, hence there is sound. But radio? Noise out of nowhere? Took her a long time to get used to it.
The song of the nightingale was her alarm clock!:-)
ReplyDeleteI hadn't thought of it that way! I'm not sure it's a good idea for a cat to have a bird alarm clock. :D
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