“I’ma gonna get that bird in the mirror, I swear, this is my territory, I’ll show him—BONK!”
“Okay, this time for sure—BONK!”
“Tenth time’s the charm—BONK!”
Not even putting up a screen in front of the mirror has helped; our little friend just hopped down onto the stairs of the cat condo (that “table” is a cat condo with a re-purposed glass tabletop, to give one of our now-passed older cats a place to sit and see the stars while shielding him from the rain) and started bonking the lower section of the mirror.
There’s no reasoning with some people.
-the Centaur
P.S. Yes, I am making a direct comparison of people whose political beliefs are built around their persecution by imaginary enemies to a bird not smart enough to recognize his own reflection, why?
