Babs Blips: The Gargle

Our apartment is on the 6th floor, and as a result, overlooks the roof of the building next door. It's like a labyrinth of chimneys and steam pipes and bricks, and it seems to be a premier hangout for pigeons and other birds of East Harlem.

Babs loves to bird watch. She was delighted to find that this apartment had not one, but THREE large windows with cat-friendly windowsills. She sits and gargles at them every morning- or some strange mix of meow/purr/growl/gargle. “If I were not in here,” she tells them, “I would EAT you!”



They remain unconvinced.