Am I the asshole for rapping my knuckles on the window glass to shoo away the blue jay that feasts on the kibble I put out for the cats? Only the cats notice. They gaze at me, annoyed and incredulous, while the blue jay bobs its head into the bowl to nibble nibble, hops backward, calls out to its bird companions, and returns to the bowl to assholeishly gorge while the cats swish their tails.
Originally published in Paragraph Planet, March 2024
Andy writes! 