Warmth on our backs Gizmo, Smokie and I were laying beneath a tree in the place they call the park where the longlegs kittens play. Though the noise is sometimes very loud it's a good place because the grass is always short and you can see all around.
We had been there a while when some new longleg kittens arrived. They were bigger than the ones already there and were new to us, not from the village.
It did not take long for the new ones to chase off the ones who had been playing there and it made me cross because some went home leaking water from their eyes.
Within a short time one of the new ones noticed us and pointed us out to his friends. Soon after that the first stone was flung in our direction, followed by a barrage as the others took up the idea. I told Smokie to go home because these kittens were not the nice ones we had in the village. She agreed quickly when a large stone landed very close.
I told Gizmo to get up slowly which he did, I followed and forced myself to stretch before leading Gizmo slowly off in the opposite direction to that Smokie had taken.
As expected, the longlegs kittens turned their attention to the two of us and more stones flew as they barked a terrible hiccuping sound. They moved towards us as we moved away and still threw stone which luckily did not hit either of us.
We reached the edge of the park and I directed Gizmo to the right into the longer grass of a field where the horses were sometimes kept. I sat by the fence for a moment and slowly washed my paws.
The kittens began to run as Gizmo disappeared and only I was left. I allowed them to get close befor I too entered the long grass to the left still moving slowly. The kittens ran faster throwing stones where they expected me to be but I was not there having moved to the edge where I could wtch them approach the long grass and the fence.
I had given Gizmo his instructions and I heard him miaow. The longlegs changed direction towards him and climbed the fence into the long grass. I allowed them to ge a way in and then having made a run up the left side and I started to miaow also. They veered towards me. I allowed them to get closer then went quiet and Gizmo started again. The longlegs were veering back and forth between our noises.
Our sense of smell is appropriate to a Superior and we knew this area well. Through the long grass we moved softly until we reached the edge of this field all the time smelling the place we wanted. When we reached it we joined up and created the miaowing together to bring the longlegs in our direction then jumped over the ditch we knew bordered the field and sat on the other side.
The longlegs approached the border and saw us. Witha final miaow from us to tempt them we moved slowly backwards. They leapt over the fence into the ditch they couldn't see and right into what our superior sense of smell had told us was there. They were knee high in horse manure and very unhappy from the sounds they made.
Gizmo and I walked to the edge to see the kittens struggle and he smiled. I gave them a look of disdain and walked away.
We rejoined Smokie to rest under a tree by her home and enjoyed the sun on our backs.
We had been there a while when some new longleg kittens arrived. They were bigger than the ones already there and were new to us, not from the village.
It did not take long for the new ones to chase off the ones who had been playing there and it made me cross because some went home leaking water from their eyes.
Within a short time one of the new ones noticed us and pointed us out to his friends. Soon after that the first stone was flung in our direction, followed by a barrage as the others took up the idea. I told Smokie to go home because these kittens were not the nice ones we had in the village. She agreed quickly when a large stone landed very close.
I told Gizmo to get up slowly which he did, I followed and forced myself to stretch before leading Gizmo slowly off in the opposite direction to that Smokie had taken.
As expected, the longlegs kittens turned their attention to the two of us and more stones flew as they barked a terrible hiccuping sound. They moved towards us as we moved away and still threw stone which luckily did not hit either of us.
We reached the edge of the park and I directed Gizmo to the right into the longer grass of a field where the horses were sometimes kept. I sat by the fence for a moment and slowly washed my paws.
The kittens began to run as Gizmo disappeared and only I was left. I allowed them to get close befor I too entered the long grass to the left still moving slowly. The kittens ran faster throwing stones where they expected me to be but I was not there having moved to the edge where I could wtch them approach the long grass and the fence.
I had given Gizmo his instructions and I heard him miaow. The longlegs changed direction towards him and climbed the fence into the long grass. I allowed them to ge a way in and then having made a run up the left side and I started to miaow also. They veered towards me. I allowed them to get closer then went quiet and Gizmo started again. The longlegs were veering back and forth between our noises.
Our sense of smell is appropriate to a Superior and we knew this area well. Through the long grass we moved softly until we reached the edge of this field all the time smelling the place we wanted. When we reached it we joined up and created the miaowing together to bring the longlegs in our direction then jumped over the ditch we knew bordered the field and sat on the other side.
The longlegs approached the border and saw us. Witha final miaow from us to tempt them we moved slowly backwards. They leapt over the fence into the ditch they couldn't see and right into what our superior sense of smell had told us was there. They were knee high in horse manure and very unhappy from the sounds they made.
Gizmo and I walked to the edge to see the kittens struggle and he smiled. I gave them a look of disdain and walked away.
We rejoined Smokie to rest under a tree by her home and enjoyed the sun on our backs.