“Look what I saw in the supermarket this morning Tabby.”
“A bird? Are they now selling them alive? Fresh bird is much more tasty than those naked chickens you someetimes bring home. Where is my bird?”
“No Tabby, calm down. I took this photo to show you. It was in the supermarket hopping around. I think it has a nest somewhere on the roof.”
“And you take a photo. I thought it was a new selection in their poultry departmnt: bird cages and you can make a choice. That would be more interesting than you shopping and taking photos of birds.”
“But Tabby she was flying around and settled on the ground in front of the refrigerators, so I took a photo. I thouht you would be pleased, knowing how much you appreciate birds.”
“Oh yes, Mrs. Human, I really do appreciate them, especially when they are trapped in between my claws trying to escape. It helps to develop my hunting instincts. Live birds flying around in a supermarket is wrong Mr. Human.”
“Yes it is unusual. You mean something should be done about it.”
“Of course, they should be caught and sold for humans that are owned by felines. I see my new menu already. Tomorrow roast sparrow, the day after sparrow stew and afterwards for an appetiser sparrow salami. There are untold varieties.”
“No Tabby, the sparrow stays where it is. It seems to be quite happy in the supermarket, has enough space to fly and there are no felines to disturb it.
Anyhow I brought you something much more appetising and interesting from the supermarket.”
“Filletted chicken wings, with the feathers removed to make it easier to digest.”
“No Tabby, that is not in their assortment. They were offering vitamin pellets with chicken flavour cut down to half price, so I bought two bags instead of just one. Now you have enough to last for at least a month.
Tabby stop hissing and showing your claws, that is not very nice.”
“Neither are vitamin pellets, I do not want vitamins but the real thing. I will accompany you on your next trip to the supermarket. I see that a certain feline guidance is needed on your shopping expeditions and we will not take the camera. I cannot eat photos: a knife will do just as well.”