Razzberry caught a bird this week, which means I can't call him lazy for a week.
It was really funny when he caught the bird (actually no-one saw him catch the bird) right as I opened the door (which I wouldn't have done if I had known he had the bird, the 1st set of parenthesis kinda points this out) he dropped the dead bird on the door mat, then he started being really friendly. Obviously Razzberry still loves us, but it would have been nicer if he had caught the mole in our yard that keeps making mounds of dirt everywhere.
