If anyone is wondering what our three cats do all day, it’s this. When a bird or two actually arrive, they paw-up to the window and stare. The birds get nervous. The littlest (and, incidentally, bravest) kitty leaps. Birds fly away. The staring continues. I’m pretty sure they dream about this bird feeder, too. It’s the first place they go in the morning, after the food dish. At least that’s a sure thing.