Animal Amulets (2)
The bins were in sight and as luck would have it they were full. Some of the black refuse sacks were just sitting on the grass beside the green plastic bins. Great – this meant easy access. She gnawed at the first one and got into it. This family certainly didn´t recycle as the bag was full of plastic objects. Her nose twitched and lead her to a white plastic bag in among the plastic bits and pieces that was full of leftovers from dinners. Joy of joys, she tucked into potato peals, lettuce ends, broccoli stalks and bits of unwanted fatty raw meat. Yummy.
Then she stopped and went dead still. It wasn´t as if she heard something it was more a feeling she had – a feeling that she was being watched, or worse, hunted.
If she stayed put she could end up as dinner so she decided to act on a hunch and push the items around the bag. She had to act fast. She bit a hole in another part of the bag just as it tumbled down to the ground. She heard a fat miaow and a rattle of hard plastic as the bag fell on what was obviously the house cat.
Out she flew from the newly gnawed exit and she scampered in under the shed door. Right under the paw of Tiger, the real house cat.