Tula’ the Cat came down from the warmth of the manor house situated high above the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to see for herself the gluttony of the Simple Pigeons who lived off the largess provided for songbirds by the kindly ol’ pensioner. The pigeon was either starved or had no experience with cats. It became sort of a stand off. Tula’ would charge the bird who would flutter off a few feet; then feed at a new spot with a certain nonchalance. Both soon tired of the game. The satiated pigeon flew off to forage elsewhere. the Face of Everyman slept thru the entire encounter. Tula returned home and found a Sun spot for a nice nap.