May 8th 2008 2:33 pm
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The weather isn't that great here today. It's all gray and misty so Ali and I lay curled up together on our duvet bed at the back door. We can see so much from here, even the cows in the neighbors paddocks.
Both of us were just lying there purring when Ali came out with it.
"Do you think we'll ever catch Blackbird?" she mewed.
Blackbird! My ears pricked as I thought of our resident blackbird. Blackbird is as cheeky and bold as anything and just as elusive at being caught. It's almost as if he's teasing us.
"We've been trying so hard to catch him," Ali continued. "It's as if he knows our every move. We need to make a plan to catch him."
I yawned and cleaned my whiskers as I thought of how even with Ali and I stalking aound different sides of the swimming pool hadn't worked in catching him the other day. Suddenly a thought came to me.
"What if the mistress put some bread out on the cobblestones in the yard?" I mewed. "Birds loooove fat crusts of bread."
"How will we get her to do that?" Ali mewed with a frown.
"Mind control," I replied. "Humans think they rule the world, but it's really us cats who are in control. We can control them with our minds. That's why the ancient Egyptians used to worship us. They knew our secret."
Ali stared at me as if she didn't believe me for one second.
"Let's both close our eyes and visualise the mistress opening the yard door and throwing a huge crust of bread onto the cobblestones," I mewed quietly - just incase anyone heard the most sacred of feline secrets.
"Alright," Ali mewed quietly.
And so, we both lay there visualising the mistress throwing a bread crust onto the cobblestones.
Not 30 seconds had passed than we heard the door into the yard open and close.
Ali leaped up in surprise and we both ran under the house to our spy hole beside the deck steps. When I was very small I could almost fit my haed through it.
There on the cobblestones lay a fat crust of bread.
"It worked!" Ali gasped in shock.
Right at that moment Blackbird flew down off the fence. I licked my lips as I thought of how he would take the bait. One peck at that bread and he would be ours - bird pie:)
My eyes widened in shock as Blackbird calmly hopped past the bread up to our spy hole, fluttered his tail and then flew away.
"He doesn't like bread," Ali mewed as we turned to face each other. "What will we do now?"
I thought of what might be nice for breakfast on such a cold morning.
"Why don't we go and catch a rat out of the sheds?" I suggested.
"Why not Ali?" mewed as she walked back to the steps.
Mmmmmmm.......................... 1 roast rat for breakfast coming up:):):)