Haha, that stands for Thank God It’s Fish! Mama is making salmon and oh, boy, do I get a nice little chunk of that, sautéed in olive oil and a bit crispy skin on the outside, or what?
So Friday is a pretty nice day around here, not to mention that those crazy tourterelles seem to be invading our patio each Friday morn (well, every morn) in hopes of driving me batty! Here’s one now.
(kehkehkehkeh…now what?)
Hey, just because he/she shows up AFTER my breakfast does NOT mean that I am NOT a serious threat to his/her pathetic existence!
What nerve. He/she flaps in, sounding like a slipping fan belt, and lands ON the crackers that mama has squished for those spoiled birdies instead of politely stepping around the (free!) petit dejeuner and pecking delicately at the SEVEN-GRAIN TOASTS that mama puts out.
I look on fiercely, threatening to obliterate his/her very existence.
Sort of.
OH, no!
Double trouble!
Double dumbbells, if you ask me.
(I wonder if mama fed me 7-grain kibble I would soon be able to fly?)
I’m stayin’ up here–those birdbrains are unpredictable.
How rude of those birds to invade your space, Loulou.
Well, actually they are up the street, but close by…
I’m with YOU, Loulou – we go to Blue Beach and all the birds are juwt waiting until someone drops a chip to swoop in. But they look at ferocious ME and hesitate. But now they know I’m not a menace since I chew on my rawhide bone. But they’d better not try to get THAT!!!
Oh they’re going to go after that too you better watch out!
I bet you could catch it if you wanted, you are too sweet. XO
I’m a little slow on the uptake, Ellen, ha ha.