As part of grieving the loss of my girl, I seem to be having memories of her pop into consciousness.
This story was SO quintessentially Liza and it made me laugh deeply when I remembered it. There was a group of turkey vultures out in the pasture...maybe 5 or 6 of them in a circle. Liza saw them and in her own uniquely saucy and bold way marched through the cat hole in our fence and headed straight for the vultures while making that sound that cats do when they see a bird. Oblivious to the fact that the vultures were considerably larger than her, she kept marching until, apparently scared by my girl, the vultures flew away!
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