R.I.P. Tweety

Naming her Sylvester would have been a perversion because my cat—no, not the one in the video below (testing, testing)—just killed a real Tweety bird. Unlike the well-known London parakeets or the famous San Francisco parrots, I haven’t seen any tropical-looking birds in my brief time here, so I fear it may have been a pet that escaped. The poor creature obviously did not know not to land anywhere in Boom-Boom’s range—I don’t even know that trees are safe! Lizards, the occasional frog and one snake have so far been her quarry. But after one bird earlier this week + this bright, beautiful little avian, I think it may be time to invest in a bell—I’ll tell Boom Boom that her momma made me do it!