When a cat goes out into the garden, some of the birds start making a racket, and it’s always the same racket. So I reckon that they are saying one of two things:
- “Hey everyone – it’s the KILLING MACHINE!!! Fly to the treetops ! Flee the nests ! It’s out to get us ! PAAANNNNIIICCCCCC!!!!!!!!!”
- “Hey yer dirty fleabag! Come on up if yer think yer hard enough ! Oh no – you can’ t can you ! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!”
And from looking at my cat, he’s either acting really cool or he’s blanking them completely.