I had left the sliding glass door open a bit one day when I went out. My cat likes to go out on the balcony and recharge her solar cells. When I came home, there was a dead bird on the carpet a few feet from the door to the balcony. There was no sign of struggle and the cat seemed to be meowing more than usual, but was still nonchalant. One stray feather sat mournfully closer to the door. I was torn between motherly pride (“good hunter kitty!”) and extreme guilt that a poor bird had died. But maybe it had keeled over on its own and the cat dragged it inside? I’ll never know. I bet the cat does, but she just ain’t telling. In memorium, though, I will now always try to buy sustainably grown coffee as promoted by the Songbird Foundation.