you be a good kitty while we're gone. Sleep if you'd like and there is
plenty of cat food in your dish. Goodbye, kitty.” Mrs. Zowski petted her
cat and locked the door behind her.
first Tiger behaved himself. He slept for a while. He ate his cat food
and scratched himself on the couch. He sat by the window for an hour
waiting for Mrs. Zowski to come home. But as the time passed, he
realized she wasn't coming home in time for supper. The cat pranced
around the house. He sniffed out some chocolates and gobbled them up,
leaving the wrappers on the floor in front of the mouse hole.
upstairs and ate all of Mrs. Zowski' favorite cookies that she kept next
to her bed, tossing the box out of the window. “Maybe she won't notice
way back to the kitchen Tiger saw the fish bowl. “Hmm. Fish. I love
gold fish swam around in the water. When they saw Tiger coming closer
with this mouth wide open, they swam in circles trying to escape. Tiger
took the fish bowl off the shelf and carried it upstairs to Mrs.
Zowski's bed. He put his paw in the bowl and scooped out the four
goldfish. When he finished eating them he drank all the water out of the
bowl and left it lying on the bed.
asleep right away, Tiger's mind filled with dreams of goldfish and how
delicious they tasted. A grin spread across his face.
The front door slammed shut. Mrs. Zowski was home. Tiger woke up and saw
the fish bowl lying next to him on the bed. He remembered eating the
fish. “Uh oh.” He ran into the bathroom and filled the bowl up with
water and then carried it downstairs, putting it back right where he'd
Zowski stroked Tiger's neck. “Good kitty. I see you ate your food. Did
you take a nap too.” Tiger purred and rubbed himself on her leg.
night while she watched television, she reached for her box of
chocolates. “Where did they go?”
pointed to the mousehole.
“Terrible mice. Naughty mice. Why didn't you catch them?”
rubbed his tummy.
you did catch them. You ate them all up? Good. They didn't deserve to
eat all my chocolates,” Mrs. Zowski said.
the fish bowl sitting on the shelf. “Tiger, where are the goldfish? Did
the mice eat them too?”
shrugged his shoulders.
are horrible mice. I'm so glad you ate them all.”
ran over to Mrs. Zowski and let her stroke him again. He wasn't about to
say a word. Let her blame the mice. Hee hee hee.