While I claim that Mr. Bigglesworth T. Cat would never damage in any way a young baby goose, the fact of the matter is that only 3 remain. They are toddlers now. They've grown bigger, turned grayer and can hop in their getaway car a little faster.
We notice the looks of the neighbors on our walks. The pointing fingers, the hushed voices: "That's the baby goose killer. Can you believe she lets her small children near him? Horrid mother."
So we're trying to stick a little closer to home, keeping Biggs off the streets. We've enrolled him in an after-school program to keep him busy.
Thankfully, our need of caring for little ones didn't end with the baby geese as a new discovery was made last week in one of our hanging ferns.
We began prepping for the big arrival. We set up a NICU and began working through adoption papers were they to be left orphans.
And then came day five.
Your clock is ticking, Mister.