Oliver, the cat,
stood at the bottom of the tree, looking up at the bird in the nest.
“I'll get you, little bird!” More than any food, even more than catnip
or mice, Oliver loved to eat birds. He didn't care if they were
bluebirds, robins, finches, crows, or cardinals. He spent most of his
days hiding in the bushes near trees, watching for an unsuspecting bird
to land on the ground and when they did, he'd pounce on them and gobble
Oliver watched a cardinal land on the root of a nearby tree. His mouth
watered, thinking of how delicious the bird was going to taste. “I'll
get you, little bird.” He leaped from the bush, but the cardinal flew up
to a branch high in the tree.
It sat in its
nest chirping and smiling at the cat. “You can't catch me, cat. Ha ha
and hissed and scratched the tree with his sharp claws. He stomped into
the bushes. “I've got to find a way to catch that smarty pants bird.” He
thought about it for several hours. The sun went down and the moon came
up. Darkness covered the land. “I know what I'll do. I'll climb up the
tree now that its dark and sneak up on the bird while it sleeps.”
The tree was
very large. It had dozens of thick branches, making it easy to climb.
Oliver moved to the first branch and then climbed the tree, careful not
to make noise and alert the sleeping cardinal. “There it is. She's
sleeping in her nest. All I have to do is creep along this branch and
I'll eat her in one bite.”
One step at a
time he made his way along the thin branch. He was nearly to the nest
when he slipped. “Yikes!” He grabbed the branch with his front paws and
hung, dangling from the limb.
The bird opened
her eyes. She saw the cat hanging just a few inches from her nest. “Ha
ha ha. Stupid cat. You'll never eat me.” She climbed out of her nest
and moved along the branch. Peck. Peck. Peck. Her beak dug into the
Ouch! Stop that. I'll fall!” The caw struggled to hang on, but the bird
didn't stop pecking. Unable to hold on any longer, Oliver fell from the
high branch. He landed with a thud in a pile of leaves. He lay on his
back looking up at the cardinal.
She stuck her
head over and it shone in the moonlight. “You'll never get me. Don't
his breath and then slinked back into the bushes. The next morning he
moved to another area. He'd had enough of the cardinal. His body ached
from the fall and he knew he'd be sore for a week. Once he found the
right tree to watch, he lay in the bushes waiting for an unsuspecting
bird to land.
landed near the bottom of the tree. When Oliver jumped out to catch him,
the bird flew away. “I've heard about you, Oliver. The cardinal came and
told me. In fact she told all the birds in the woods about you. We're
Oliver hung his
head. He left the woods, knowing he'd never be able to catch another
bird. Just then a mouse ran past carrying an acorn. Oliver watched it
for a while. “Well, I suppose I'll be chasing mice from now on. Wait up,
mouse. I'll get you!” And off he ran.