Once upon a time, there was a handsome gray cat living at the animal hospital in Chicago, waiting for, wanting a new home. His person had died, so he sat atop a cat tree, waiting and wanting. And then he was snatched up, backed into a cat carrier, passed through airport security and flown to St. Petersburg, Florida to live with a new person. She named him Greyson.
After a bit Grey calmed down and came out from under the person’s bed. He discovered that she also shared her home with an immigrant who spoke Russian and had no particular affection for cats. Grey was determined to learn Russian in a way that would win the heart of this immigrant.
One day, when his person was away at school and Grey was home alone with the Russian, a little bird came by. Since the bird had hit his head on their window he decided he should sit a while on the porch and collect himself. As it was, the little bird was a very long way from home, an immigrant of sorts. The Russian brought him inside and introduced him to Grey.
Grey briefly considered his options.
In the end, Grey reached across the aisle.
There was an accord.
A silly, happy sort of detente, which only goes to show that peace is always a possiblity.
(Positive ID this bird? I’m pretty sure I know but I’m not certain…)