Then two crows drove her batty--Faux gentlemen strutting by in Sunday best, talking about when Seagull was their guest for a banquet held back by the trash cans in the alley. What a feast they ate that night. After supper Seagull did a dance with his pointy cane and a black top hat. Kitty was just beside herself as they passed her window chatting noisily. Low growls gathered in her throat as if to say, "Get out of my yard now! You have to Go!" The two nonchalantly strolled out of her sight. She flicked the tip of her tail from side to side gently and then began to purr. Her back yard was no longer occupied by noisy interlopers trying to keep a little black cat from her beauty sleep.

© 2003 Sue Barton