My Poor Pussy Cat

It's springtime and the mocking bird have been mobbing him when he strolls outside.

Today, the Blue Angels are buzzing him and the shack. In fact, one almost landed on my culdesac seconds ago... almost killed myself trying to debolt the front door and take cover. (okay, okay, I was scrambling for a close up, but saw nothing but trees by the time I could stand up outside. :P )