Smoke, the feather hunter

Smoke: Zoey, I'm taking over the bloggie today to show everyone what a great hunter I am. Mommy was cleaning (Daddy's home because his back is hurting so Mommy stayed home to help him. He's been sleeping most of the day so Mommy's been washing everything) and I went to check out her work in the laundry room. I attacked a feather that came out of the comforter she washed. I went to show Mommy, and to tell her that she missed a sock under the dryer, she tried to take it from me, but I growled at her. It's mine. I caught it and I'm not sharing. Now that I have a taste for feathers, it's off to find where Mommy hid the Whirly-bird to hone my skills and then outside to find a live birdie! Maybe I can get one for Suzanne for her birthday.... Oh and Zoey and the rest of the furballs, want to wish Suzanne a very happy birthday!