I Thought I Saw a Puddy Tat!
There he sat, crouched amid the plants on my sunporch, awaiting some unwitting bird who would come for breakfast at the birdfeeder outside the window over his head. I could not help but smile in amusement. He—my very own Puddy Tat—lives up to his namesake. He loves to sit endlessly in wait of his “Tweety Bird” so that he can jump up and try to grab him, failing to realize there is a barrier separating them. You may remember the…