Whenever Maggie fills the bird feeders (affectionately known as the Cat Entertainment Devices), we get swarms of the feathered noisemakers.
I’m not a bird person, so I only recognize three types:
Little Twitter Birds
Life is even simpler for Sachiko.
She calls them all “ek-ek-ek-ek [tail swish]”. As best I can tell–and why doesn’t Google Translate handle Cat/English?–that means “Lemme outta here, Daddy! I’ll moidelize da bums!” Approximately.
You might think that MM and Tuxie would spend most of their time in the yard, watching and drooling. You would be half right.
To be fair, MM does spend time keeping an eye on the avian activity.
It’s not a very aggressive eye, but it is an eye.
Note the orange little twitter bird at the silver feeder and the gray one at the red feeder, which is almost directly above MM’s head.
Based on our observations of MM’s interactions with the birds, we’re fairly sure that she, like me, has three names for them. About three-quarters of them are “Meh. Too much work.” Two-thirds of the remainder are “Missed it by that much.” And the remaining eight percent?
“See? I don’t need hoomins to feed me.”