That Darn Parrot!

story & illustration © 2003 Bruce Van Patter

C
ats are smart. They make great detectives, the way they sneak around and notice everything.
I ought to know. I am one -- a cat AND a detective.

And I'm telling you, something just isn't right in my house. Trouble makes my whiskers twitch.

It all started when that parrot moved in. If you can call it a parrot. I'm starting to have my doubts. It doesn't look like any parrot I've seen before. Then there's the cage.

That cage is odd. Ms. D hung it up in the living room, and whenever she's out for the day, that parrot unfolds new parts that stick up like metal poles. Then it makes sounds into its metal bird seed tray, like it's talking to someone.

One day, I climbed up behind the curtains to be able to hear. I overheard that parrot-thing said to its tray, "Two more days and the zingplod will be OURS, cat or no cat!"

Well, I don't know what a zingplod is, but my whiskers told me this was trouble, and trouble called for action. I swung out on the curtain, giving that bird a growl to scare the feathers off of it. Then I raised my paw to smack down that radio it was using.

Just then, Mrs. D walked through the door. And don't you know, that parrot started flapping and crying like I had just chewed it up and spat it out. "Oh, you bad kitty!" yelled Mrs. D. She rushed over and grabbed me by the collar.

Now, I ask you -- how can I save this house if I'm locked in the basement? Hmmm?


It's Your Story - Oh, that's great... our hero cat can't save the day... or can it?

Can you write and ending in which our cat escapes from the basement and stops the alien bird thing? What do you think a zingplod is, and why is it in the house? Why do the aliens want it? And... will it be a purrfect ending?

Have fun -- finish the story -- and be creative! If you want to, email me your ending!

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