Sly was a very bad kitty. . .

Today we had a very serious violation of our feline birding policy: As you can see below, Sly caught a female Goldfinch - and after I went to all the trouble of writing this poem as a mnemonic device even a walnut-sized cat brain* can remember:

 Feathers blue?  Don't pursue!                  Feathers green?  Flee that scene!    Feathers red?  Don't make dead!    Feathers black?  Put claws back!  Feathers yellow?  Spare that fellow!  Feathers brown?  Scarf him down!


*no offense 

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