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Not dead, like the Norwegian Blue. Beautiful plumage. I was restored to myself by watching the cat have a showdown with a squirrel: it stayed six feet off the ground and whipped its tail back and forth, chattering, its malevolent black eyes fixed on her, while she sat transfixed at the base of the tree. I think the squirrel would have won, had I not stood to get the camera and scared it off. It didn't know the yard was safe. Nothing terrible ever happens in the yard.
