The most playful cat in the neighborhood was Tiger.
Tiger chased butterflies and would sit for hours listening to the
canaries singing in Mrs. Tobler's bird cage. Tiger didn't chase mice.
Instead she took them bits of cheese.
Tiger ran around the trash cans, nudging the lids off
in search of a fish head or leftover tuna casserole. She didn't find any
of those, but found a huge bone covered with bits of roast beef. Even
though she was hungry, she knew Gareth, the spotted puppy, loved to chew
bones, so she picked it up and carried it onto the grass.
A piece of roast beef ripped off the bone and Tiger
chewed it. She found it rather tasty and so she chewed all the beef off
the bone until there was nothing left on it. She enjoyed the roast beef
so much that she lay on her belly and licked the bone until there wasn't
one drop of beef left on it.
Gareth woke up from his nap and yawned. His tail
wagged back and forth. Gareth was a playful puppy and loved to run and
jump and frolic and romp. With his tail high in the air he ran from
place to place, seeing what new things he could discover. He saw Tiger
lying in the grass and ran up to her. He let out a whimper when he saw
her licking a bone. Dogs are supposed to eat bones, not cats. Gareth
tried to take the bone away from Tiger, but she wouldn't let go of it.
The dog had an idea. He ran home and nosed through
the trash, digging up a fish head and tail, hooked together by the
bones. He picked it up by the tail and ran back to Tiger, dropping it in
front of her. She meowed and licked the fish head. As soon as she did
that, Gareth grabbed the bone and ran off. Tiger didn't care. She
enjoyed eating the fish head. After all dogs eat bones, not cats.