It was the third time in two weeks that it happened Blair had tripped over Frankie again! The yellow haired cat had wound his way around Blair’s legs one too many times as he exited the duplex. Francine loved that silly cat, but Blair had about had it. One more bruise to add to his collection was one too many. Complaints to Francine about the cat that hovered outside their shared stoop had fallen on deaf ears.
Francine just looped her long red hair behind her ears and flashed his a smile that lit up her bright green eyes and melted his rough exterior every time. “I forget about everything when she smiles like that,” he muttered as he pushed the purring Frankie aside.
The cat’s loud purr had the sound of a Mack truck, the cat was a bruiser if he ever saw one. No dainty pussy cat this one, he looked like the brawler he was. Arriving on Francine’s doorstep, she brought him inside on occasion and looked after him as much as the golden colored kitty would allow. “He’s a free agent, my Frankie,” Francine said of him.
“Free agent, or no, he’s gotta go!” Blair said. Frankie took no offense and continued his weaving.
That evening, Blair came home with a cage. It contained two large black crows. “Caw!” shouted the largest bird when he saw Frankie sitting on the stoop step.
Looking both directions to be sure that Francine was nowhere in sight, Blair opened the cage and let the large bird take a dive right toward the cat. “This will take care of you!”
Opening the cage, the crows started dive bombing the hissing cat. Blair watched with great joy as the crows circled the cats head, making loud screeching sounds. Just at that moment, Francine drove up and witnessed the strange scene. “What in the world?”
“I just found the birds diving at Frankie,” Blair lied with no great guilt. Francine was horrified worried that the birds were about to peck the foot loose Frankie to death. The cat was cowering in the corner when the first bird came within paw length. Frankie stretched out one long talon and with a quick extension of his muscular paw, the crow was caught. One pounce later, the crow was dinner and his companion flew away squawking loudly.
Francine left the kitty to his heroic dinner and smiled her smile at Blair. He gave up and walked around Frankie who was not the only one eating crow!