A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Bella is a hunter. Nothing that gets in survives her. At the old house, we had a drive under garage and would get mice. She would get them. Any bugs - she takes them out. We had a bird get in the house and we didn't know it until we found it dead under the couch - she got that, too. She does not attack people, though. Our other cat, who looks mean, just sits there and watches.
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