||"Those are the strangest looking dogs I have
ever seen," whispered Molly.
Patrick looked in the window. "Those are not dogs you silly
heads! Those are CATS."
"HELLO CATS!" shrieked Squeakers. "Hello Noelle! Hello
Chip! Hello ET, Hello Lacey! HELLO CATS!
"I have never seen a cat before," said Molly, "why are they so small?
Why don't they wag their tails?"
"We don't wag our tails," said Noelle, jumping up on the window sill
with ease, "because we are Cats, and because we are cats, we are
Purrrrfect, including our size."
"Please accept my apawlogies," said Molly. "We thought you
might be the shrunken prisoners of the Animal Control Pawficer."
"Actually," said Chip, cleaning his paws, "we are just your every
day family. There are no prisoners here."
"Then why is that pawson in the little jail?" asked Cricket.
"That is not a jail," said Lacey. "That is a bird cage.
Squeakers came to live with us because she has special needs. She lives
in that cage so she won't get hurt."
"Then why are all of you locked inside this house?" asked Molly.
"Because we are CATS," said Holly. "We are not locked inside,
this is our castle. We BELONG indoors, where we are safe."
"Why don't you have a fence like we do to keep you safe?" asked Molly.
"Because we can climb out of fences," said Dale impatiently.
"Fences are for dogs. Castles are for cats."
"We should introduce ourselves," said the girls. "I am Cricket.
This is my sister Molly, and this is Patrick O'Malley. That is our
friend Wiggle in the driveway."
"We know who you are," said ET, waking up from his nap. "The Grand
Cats read your story to the grand kittens all the time. The babies
even have little Wigglebuses to play with."
Molly and Cricket looked in the direction that ET was pointing to.
"That's Nicky and Lexi, and Holly playing with the buses," he said.
The rest of the cats introduced themselves in turn.
|"We all like your story, but we have been
wondering when you would get to the good part," said Frankie, who was minding
"What is the good part?" asked Cricket.
"The part where the cats show up," said Lacey.
"Squeakers loves Agent Beak the best," said Nicky.
"Agent Beak! SQUAWK!" repeated Squeakers.
"Maybe YOU could be the cats in our story!" said Molly. "How
many cats take care of their very own bird?"
||"And we have a rescue horse too," said the
beautiful lady walking in. "And there is one more cat who lives
with us now named Truffles. Her favorite castle is the Barn.
Henry is out there visiting her right now," she said.
"My name is Pawficer Ellen. Would you like to come inside?"
"YOU are the pawficer?" gasped Cricket, totally unaware that she
was still peeking through the window.
"Dogs!" thought Dale, as Pawficer Ellen picked him up.
|"It sure is nice of you to make room in your
family for others with special needs," said Molly, scratching her
head trying to figure out how such a nice pawson could be an Animal Pawficer.
The three sheepdogs were embarrassed that they had misunderstood
what Animal Control Pawficers were like.
Patrick was a little disappointed that she wasn't creepy for Halloween.
But all of them forgot their troubles as they watched the precious kittens
playing with their tiny toys.