Bird Watching

Dear Diary, One of my most important jobs inside the nice warm house is keeping an eye on these two white birds. They live up high where I can't reach them. That is, as long as the humans keep the chairs away from the big white box these guys sit on. One day last week, I almost made it to the top. The chair I sat on was close enough for me to leap and get my claws dug into the groove at the top of the box door. I might have made it all the way up. I'm strong. But the darn birds started to raise a ruckus and my human dashed over to me before I got to find out if I could lift myself the rest of the way up. She detached my claws from the door and set me back on the floor, moving the chair as soon as her hands were free of me. Chances are, they'll forget again sometime and that chair will be just close enough for me to jump again. It's not much fun just sitting and staring at the birds, but I can do it for hours on end. I'm willing to wait for the possibility of a joyful day.