Mother Needs To Cat(ch) Up

(We’re sitting in one of the study rooms, drinking tea and watching the garden. We start discussing how to best feed the birds. Note that we own a free-range cat.)

Sister: “We ought to put up a birdhouse.”

Mother: “Too much work. Can’t we just put the seeds on the ground? It’s stone, and doesn’t get wetter than a birdhouse.”

Me: “We can’t. Think of the cat!”

Mother: “Why? The cat won’t eat the birdseed.”

*awkward silence*

(To her credit, my mother got it a couple of seconds later.)