Ghost.
He's desperate.
He REALLY wants a bird.
After sitting outside by the baby chicks' cage for hours...he's stooped to this.
He learned it from Smokey, our fluffy gray kitty.
So far -he's yet to catch anything. I think the fat-cat in the bird-feeder is a little easy to spot.
We shall see. For now, it's a nice place to sit!
