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.