A Moment Of Silence

A stupid, ugly black cat has been skulking around our neighborhood for a couple of months now. The last few weeks, he's spent an awful lot of time near our front window, antagonizing Zoe. She goes nuts, leaping, hissing and scratching at the window. She's so loud that she actually wakes me up, even though our bedroom is on the second story and she's on the first floor.

She's gotten so upset that she knocks over the plants and shreds the curtains when he makes an appearance. And there he is, on the other side of the glass, scratching and leaping and hissing and growling, too.

Today, it got much, much, much worse. I walked out of the apartment on the way to work, and there were dozens of feathers all over our front step. Apparently the little bastard caught a bird. We have a birdfeeder outside our window, but it's way too high for a cat to reach... even a cat with a great vertical leap. But when it's raining, as it was this morning, the birdies often hide under the shrubs. I fear that our poor departed dove was just seeking shelter from the rain when he was attacked.

I guess I need to move the birdfeeder. Poor thing.