The Adventures of Sadie Milo

"It's dark, just the wee hours of early morning when light is just waking up.  All the critters out in my yard appear to be asleep, still stretched out in their ownprimate littls safe haven, and all is right with their world.  Or so they might want us to believe.  Imagine this..."



Rays of light are pushing their way through the darkness, there's a courtyard war going on, and nobody from the outside perimeter is even aware there is a stealth attack being planned.  All who are involved have been sworn to secrecy, by threat of  no kitty food for an entire day.  Their plan must go off without a hitch.



STEALTH TEAM "A":  Captain Pookie, Sgt. Moonpie, Private Cleo

STEALTH TEAM "B":  Lt. Jazzaroo, Sgt. Sunshine, Private Sox

SNIPER:  Sadie Milo (the ring leader)



"Cleo has been placed on maternity leave, effectife immediately.  Will join Nosey."



PLAN:  Kill the friggin Mockingbird



The special forces are in position.  It would take a Special Agent to find them in their strategic positions.  The unsuspecting bird is circling the courtyard in the early morning light, searching for his prey.  Thinking when that little terrorist comes out for breakfast I'll swoop in and attack.  The scene is set.  The bird circles.  The cats crouch.  Private Sox is sent out to be sacrificed for the good of the mission.  The private is reluctanct to go, but takes a spat from Sgt. Jazzaroo and heads out.  Strutting as if nothing is amiss.  Private Sox heads toward the dish, privately thinking 'why couldn't that woman have waited for daylight to serve breakfast'.  But determined to carry out his mission, he trudges on.  The bird circles.  The private hears that hated and dreaded squawk.  The teams are at the ready, their sniper is in position.  Private Sox reaces the bowl, stretches and very bravely begins to eat his breakfast.  The bird circles, then lands on the picnic table.  He actually adnures tge styoud cat for his bravery - coming out alone to eat.  He should know better.  The bird looks around wondering where all the other monsters were, then turns his attention back to the unsuspecting cat.  The bird is mesmerized by the cats bravery.  Little does the enemy know the forces are moving in.  The Sniper makes her move, faster than a speeding bullet.  'GOTCHA'.  The dreaded mockingbird is down.  The team moves in and the enemy bird is history!



Now in the full light of the morning nothing remains of the mission except a few scattered feathers.  The CLEANER Ninny has gone in and removed the carcass of the dreaded dead enemy.  Ninny adds some treats to breakfast for her brave troops.  Private Sox is safe at last.



This is a true story.  I have nine cats, eight of them live in my yard.  Sox is the youngest and the smallest.  The dreaded enemy - the Mockingbird - singled out Sox to pester on a daily basis.  Every morning without fail the bird would swope in and peck Sox on his little head and then fly off.  It didn't matter when Sox went to eat, the bird was always there waiting.  The moral of this story is never under estimate a group of felines.



© 2007 Che Davis