First, those are MY pawprints in the snow. I was innerested in the faint birdie tracks, so I went right out.
Why? Well, ya see those little drops of red? That's birdie blood! I plunged my mouf inta the snow an ran back inside. Thats when TBT suspected somethin...
Yeah, I was at the deck door at night when a birdie hit the deck door. An I alone knew where it was even though it got all covered in snow as the night went on. And on and on and on! I was practically DYIN by mornin.
I grabbed that birdie an was in the house like The Flash fillin his plate at Thanksgivin Dinnertime!
I was growlin at Ayla a Marley pretty serious. TBT said I was like a tiger in the room protecting a abtelope kill. Whatever a abtelope is (but it must be good food).
So he took the birdie from me (a right only HE has) and tossed it in the baffroom, let me run in, and closed the door so I could have privacy with my prize.
It doesnt get much better than that...