Great drama outside the door. The magpie, who has a nest in the large tree right outside one of the bedroom windows, has just had a chick land on the grass. Three to four seagulls immediately launched a murderous attack on the poor thing. Repeatedly they swooped down, and at least on one occasion, one of the seagulls hit the chick so that it skidded across the ground. But it got up again. Dazed, but seemingly unharmed, it continued hopping across the field. The drama did not unfold quietly. The seagulls had never learned the art of leaving food alone. Amid cries and squawks, they darted around to secure the tasty morsel. The magpies were not silent either. A terrible flapping concert from indignantly protective parents accompanied the drama. This alarmed one of the house's two-legged residents. She saw what was happening and immediately rushed out to rescue the unfortunate chick. Faced with such a threat, the seagulls took flight.
Thus, it was an open chance for a four-legged, black-furred one, a cat with even darker intentions and a genuine interest in the culinary sides of ornithology. Moving in a low, sneaky gait, he approached his goal. But with the seagull threat averted, the parents could now focus all their attention on the new danger, and they launched a counterattack at ground level. This led to a hurried retreat to the nearest safe hiding spot, from where the sneak hunt could continue. But this time not, as he said, Tordenskiold, the Norwegian commander when he had destroyed the Swedish fleet in Dynekilen. Suddenly, the previously mentioned two-legged intervener, the local Ma Dalton, discovered what was about to happen, and her authoritative voice ordered the delinquent cat indoors.
Now, cats are not particularly receptive to training and obedience, but when a special tone comes into the command voice, their free will evaporates, and with a low tail and bent neck, the assassin strolled indoors to sit on the windowsill and scold the birdlife.
Ma Dalton, derimot, trosset forsvarernes indignasjon og høylydte protester og ilte til for å trøste mobbeofferet. Han/henne ble trygt plassert framfor kjellerdøra der måsen ikke kommer til. Den firbente svarte ninjaen er blitt idømt streng husarrest og får ikke lov til å gå ut. Men å sitte i vinduet og erte sjura, det kan ingen hindre ham i.
It should also be added that the same Magpie is quite short tempered and actually a sworn enemy of feline fur. Aside from the naturally inherited hostility toward a potential egg and offspring thief, there exists a deep personal animosity between the two parties. The reason for this is that a year earlier, the thrill-killer got hold of – and killed one of the magpie's young. It hasn't been proven that it was the cat who actually was the murderer, but the accusations were made with great certainty and zeal. The cat had to be accompanied to go to the (outdoors) bathroom. Over time, the hostility had entered a more passive phase, but there is by no means any talk of forgiveness. Now, with little one in the grass, the hatred flares up again with full intensity. Today, with bonfire and outdoor activities and all that, he managed to get out and relieve both one thing and another. It seems that going forward, both security guards, anti-air measures, and propriety will be needed to allow for successful toilet visits.