Flutter had a thing for my cat, he would call her by name and could spot her a mile away.
She’d walk by and he’d go off whistling at her.
He got loose one day, and I caught him right before he willingly flew into her waiting mouth.
Boy were they both mad at me!
The cat was mad because she was deprived of an easy meal, the bird was mad because he liked the cat!
Well, Mimi died, and the bird went not too long after.
Broken heart.
We had friends in Texas who put up a 10’ x 10’ plywood sign in front of their house, stating (in English and Spanish) that the family whose teenagers were in Gang X had moved away.