Boo’s an excellent hunter, so I’m not surprised he’s cleaned out the neighborhood. I’ve actually seen him take a low-flying bird out of the air. God, I wish I had a picture of that. I know, I know, I should have been rooting for the bird. But it was such an amazing feat, I couldn’t help but be impressed. And I pity the poor bird that dares to build a nest in one of our trees. Flimsy tree limbs are certainly no obstacle to Boo.
Nor is the height of the nest. I’ve tried to explain to him that he’s free to eat all the mice, gophers, and moles, etc. that he wants, but I’d prefer he’d leave the birds alone. He just looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. I finally had to stop feeding the birds as I felt I was giving Boo an unfair advantage.
How does he do that? And he never seems to be worried or impressed about anything. When I was writing Love Potion No. 2-14, I agonized to Boo about whether or not anyone would like it. He just shrugged. Now that it’s become a best seller on All Romance eBooks, I tell Boo he’s a star and people ask about him. He just shrugs. Oh, to be a cat and have the confidence not to care what anyone thinks!