I Tought I Taw a Putty Tat
Hi. My name is Clive, and I’m in a fix. You see, I’m a house cat. Generally, I’m good-natured and fun to be with. However, there are times when my cat instincts come out, and I want a good live kill.
I live in a house with two kids and a yellow bird named Goldie.
The kids are ages 5 and 7, and they love watching TV all of the time. Their TV sits in the same room as that stupid bird’s cage.
Their favorite shows are cat shows that they get from the library. I’m honored. Unfortunately, their taste in cat TV is somewhat limited. The shows they watch the most are “Tom and Jerry” and “Looney Tunes,” which occasionally is about Sylvester the Cat and a bird called Tweety.
I hate it when they watch those shows. Cats are not that stupid!
Why can’t they watch more good cat TV? Top Cat, now there is a clever cat. Felix the Cat, he can get out of any fix with his bag of tricks. Courageous Cat, his only problem is that he teams up with a mouse (Minute Mouse). Thank God we don’t have mice in our house
I could be like those clever cats. At least, that was what I thought when I saw Goldie’s cage with the bottom left open and no kids around. The kids must be cleaning the cage. Easy pickins I said to myself.
I positioned myself right under the cage. I figured one good leap; I grab the bird before anyone is the wiser.
I should have surveyed the situation better before I positioned myself. A good clue would have been that there was no bird in the cage.
It all happened way too fast. As soon as I got under the cage, it dropped, sealing me inside the cage. And who should flutter down from where she was observing on a bookshelf? Freakin’ Goldie!
Clearly, I should have been paying more attention to Tweety in those shows than Sylvester.
