Last weekend, I spend a couple of stress-free days out east. I barked at Bruno (the Boxer puppy next door), searched for deer, and lounged for hours on my deck (a favorite activity of mine).
But while I relaxed, something dreadful, appalling, disgusting, and shocking was happening at home. You see, Sister woke up on Sunday morning to find this just outside the door:
Revolting, isn't it? A large orange cat brazenly drinking from a birdbath located in my back yard. Talk about gall! I mean, I barely tolerate the birds drinking from that fountain!
What is this world coming to?