Bill WallaceVezi magazinul Libris- 4 stele, bazat pe 1 voturi
Young Gray gets a chance to prove himself when a family of mockingbirds fliessouth, leaving the youngest bird, Flea, behind.
Gray devises a daring plan toinstill bravery in Flea.
Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful ) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world! Who ever heard of a cat that didn't eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.
Callie was getting too old for the job.
So it was mine.
But I didn't plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.
or adopting the baby who fell out.
No joke! I'm a cat, but I do not eat birds.
Mice, yes.
Birds, no.
Flea -- that's what I named her -- couldn't even fly.
She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.
it's quicker than starving to death.
She was pathetic.
I had to help her.
The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( that's saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.
Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.
After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.
I'm not a Florida kind of cat.
It's just too hot for us furry types.
I know I'll miss my Flea.
But she'll come back -- after she's seen the world!.
