Felt Tip Fun

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

As you can see, Gabby got a new set of felt tip pens. I took this picture assuming all the dates were different - and therefore interesting. 

But no. 

This terribly neat graffito was on a bench by the supermarket. I went there to get cat biscuits for the blackbirds. This is our life now. 

The problem is that Caro left cat biscuits out for the hedgehogs back in March, but the blackbirds got a taste for them. Now they wander in via the back door calm as you please, eat the biscuits, scatter the biscuits, shit on the floor, and occasionally freak out if they can't remember where the door is. 

I've had to politely pick up about four of them now, and show them the exit. They are never remotely grateful. 

You may wonder why we don't just close the back door. Well, we have to leave that open so the cats can come and go. The cats are remarkably casual about the blackbirds. A blackbird was wandering around in the kitchen a couple of days ago, and Jasper was all like, "Oh hi."

So now I leave cheap cat biscuits out the back. The birds eat them out there, and this seems to solve the problem. But just this morning I forgot and very quickly found a blackbird puttering around our kitchen, checking out what was available, like he was in the local supermarket.

I wonder what it is like to have "real person" problems?

S.