I has to tell all the cat lubbers, about Our Baggy cat.Baggy is our outside cat, cause he will start a fight wid us, and get our daddy to come to his resque.Baggy not much on anything , but being babbied, and loved by daddy, who don't know the real cat.
Lets start when it was a cold Feb., and daddy tried to sneek 8 babby chickens on the place, wid out momma knowing anything bout it .That only lasted until the second day, and daddy had to put the baby birds in the large pet crate, and puts them on de porch. Then momma finds out, and daddy did some xplanning, and a small rabbit dance.He axed momma if she could make them stays in de cold, an he know momma got the biggest heart, they stay. You see, the porch belongs to de cats, but we felt sorry for the delishious little birds too.They gots uses to us, and we dim, so we all kinda gots attached.
They big now, and ain't nebber been scared of cats, and daddy lets one get outta of the "coop deville", and couldn't catches it, so he wait till it needs to sleeps. As Me n Simon was in de fine cat window, dat daddy bought for plants, we see the big red rhode island red chicken scratching all aroung daddy's plants. We also seed Baggy sneaking up on the busy hen.I called Mitzi to come have a look. She did, cause she no lik Baggy, cause he her litter mate. Ole baggy gots right behind the hen, and graped a mouth full of tail feathers. Dat'll be de las tail feathers he be grabbing, cause dat hen fluff out her hackles, and jumps all ober Baggy, and he is planing a retreat, but the hen is faster, and more mad, and baggy runs under daddy's truck, cause he always safe under dar, but nots this time, the hen fits under dar too, and can still peck, and baggy screams, and runs, and jumps in daddy's lap, where he know he be safe. He didn't lik daddy laughing so hard , and he sure hated dat we all seen it.Him gettin beats up wid feathers. Tigger, and Simon
