It's a late July Saturday morning. As I sit down at the kitchen table to eat breakfast, I hear a soft "purr-ow." I glance under my chair. "Good morning, Hallie," I say.
Several birds are flitting around on the bird feeders outside the window--cardinals, a tufted titmouse, a painted bunting. I can hear cat #2, Georgie, doing his "bird talking"
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