Like I said...

I've said it before but it bears repeating.....so many birdies, so little time.  One of the great things about snow (other than the fact that I live inside in a warm and cozy home and I don't have to freeze my fuzzy A off outside in the cold...because warm is good) is that it brings my feathered friends out in a crazy flutter of activity.  This excites me.  My mother tells me that I'm not very smart because I sit on the floor and crane my neck to look outside instead of going to a higher vantage point like sitting on the back of the couch to get  a better view.  But I'm Huey...I do things MY way.  And, I'll do things when I want to.  Boo is on the table breathing down my neck...that annoys me because I don't like it when he thinks he's cutting in on my territory.  I think he has plenty of other things that he can be doing besides bothering me....like....how about playing with that disgusting sparkly ball that you tap around the house.....or go get some sympathy from our mother because you have a "boo boo eye."  Whatever, just back off or I'll open a can of whoop A on you.