At one point this afternoon, I grabbed my camera, the Siamese tomcat and headed to the little chicken pen. After sufficiently hiding my toes (these birds need to have toe-eating added to their resumes) from the “birds’ eyes”, I started snapping pics of the playfulness between bird and cat. Actually it was birds and cat – They seemed to gang up on him. Funny thing was, the cat could care less about the birds (ahem, most of the time!) and the birds walked all over the cat. Strange things, these animal relationships…
While Sammy and I were mingling with the teenage chickens, (these are Silver Laced Wyandotte’s) I found it hilarious to watch how the chicks would come up to Sammy (sitting on my lap) and just look at him with this weird bird expression.
“Seriously, what ARE you?
Where’s your feathers?
What happened to your beak?”
“Ok, so if you aren’t one of us… Are you good to eat?
Hold on. Maybe we’ll just try a nibble.”
At this point, Sammy would just sit and stare at the birds. Not a care in the world…
Or at least he didn’t have ’till he got booted out amoungst the birds.. Then he wandered to the other corner of the pen and just stared at me as if to say “Seriously? You’re going to leave me here with these little pests?”
As if the birds could hear what he was saying behind their backs, they started to go to work on his tail and… um.. backside.
He wasn’t amused! After about a minute, I felt pity for the poor cat and took him back outside the pen.
“But, wait – You’re taking him?! We need our chew toy!”
The one that torments cats with teenage chickens,