Dickens was fascinated by this flock. He stared out the window, twitching, pleading plaintively to be let out. After a few hours the birds had left and I opened the back door to see if he still wanted to go. He stuck his nose out the door and changed his mind. Too cold and no enticing birds to chase. Does he know that they would have just flown out of his reach?
When Sam our previous cat lived with us I forbade him to rest on top of the cushion--just because it will make a permanent dent. But Dickens is a very different cat from Sam, with much more chutzpah. I decided to choose my battles and ceded the cushion to Dickens. On the other hand, Dickens is a much more affectionate cat than Sam, totally the most "relational" cat we've ever had. He still wants to sit on my lap every morning for a cuddle time. Interesting how animals have their individual characters just as people do.