Feather Fight Part 2

Battered but undefeated


Here's how I found the peacock feathers. Knocked down and dangling over the phone. Not what I hoped to see, but certainly not what I feared would happen, either. While surveying the damage, Bogey strolled by, with extra wide cat eyes.

"Who could have done such a thing, Mom?"

"I can't imagine, Bogey, but do let me pull off that feather tucked behind your ear."

Anyway, after being uprighted, a few feathers had broken stems. Several lost their previously perky appearance. All the feathers are droopier now, looking rather like a peacock would after standing in a good hard rain.

But they're pretty. And inspirational. And decorative. So I'm still determined to keep them around.

Of course, that's assuming they're able to survive Bogey.

Feather Fight

My friend, sculpter Don Wiegand, has a menagerie of animals. Among them are a pair of lovely peacocks. People with peacocks generally collect a wide assortment of peacock feathers. Don is kind enough to share.

The feathers he gave me are perfect for a wispy table arrangement. It sounds like a great idea until you consider my situation. I have Bogey. Cats love feathers. And not always in a good way.

Bogey has been investigating the feathers, and batting at them a bit. So far, his sleuthing has occurred with me standing watch. What he'll do when I'm not around, heaven only knows. Remember, this is the same cat who enjoys jumping on the mantle to merrily knock down vases, framed art work, and various bric-a-brak. All soon become bric-a-break, but that's another story.

Today is the test. We'll see what the inquisitive and often destructive Bogey will do once I leave the house.

I have the vacuum cleaner on stand by.