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I watch the finches at the feeder from our kitchen window. When I leave the window, I take the birds with me. The neighbor’s black and white cat comes to watch the finches also. She has made for herself a bed in the flowers close enough to leap for any bird that would peck for fallen seeds below the feeder. I imagine she dreams of finches in her sleep and in her waking. For me, the birds are blessings that I get by buying birdseed, creatures with free will but no sin. For the cat they are free entertainment, or a reward for patience. When I leave the kitchen window, I take the cat with me also.