The other day when we took the cats outside, Alfred and Lorelai ran down the hill to the woodsy area at the bottom.
Rory ran back up, and she had a feather!
She was very proud of her find, too.
Rory carried her feather around for a while.
Behold, the mighty feather huntress!
Then Freddy came running up the hill…and he had a feather, too.
Apparently, it was a very tasty feather. I suspect they found a dead bird down there and pulled feathers from the corpse. Or something.
Oops! Freddy’s off to find another feather…buh-bye!