A sparrow thumped into our patio door while two of our useless lumps were sunning themselves on the balcony. For the time it took me to walk from the living room to the balcony, both cats were just sitting there, looking at the poor confused bird. At one point, Tolstoy tried to attempt to poke it but stopped short of actually touching it.
Mighty hunters indeed. We shooed them inside and closed the door so that the bird could come to its senses in its own time. The cats became much braver, confident and vocal when they were behind the safety of the closed patio door.
