I Got this story in an email today. Its a good story of cats working together.
[BDecoy for a bushranger[/b]]
My husband's family was once owned by two cats called Blackie and Misty. Misty was a sook but Blackie was made of sterner stuff, and the two of them devised a cheeky game making use of Misty's failing.
The intrepid Blackie would hide under the hydrangea bush at the side of the house, while Misty trotted out between the roses at the gate and along the footpath with his tail held enticingly high, pretending he was unaware of any danger.
As the local cats knew Misty was fair game, it was never long before one of them accepted the challenge and gave chase.
Misty could only just hold his own as he galloped for home, and he would skid round the gatepost in the post-and-rail fence with his prospective victim close on his tail. Then he would zoom down the driveway and past the hydrangea bush.
Blackie, like any good bushranger, picked his moment to perfection, flashing out from his hiding place in time to give Misty's pursuer a good dusting. Vanquished, the stranger would bolt as soon as he could free himself, leaving Misty and Blackie strutting around with big grins on their faces.
This trick was carried out time and again, and there was always some sucker to take the bait.
Story by Wendy Willett, Queensland, Australia
[BDecoy for a bushranger[/b]]
My husband's family was once owned by two cats called Blackie and Misty. Misty was a sook but Blackie was made of sterner stuff, and the two of them devised a cheeky game making use of Misty's failing.
The intrepid Blackie would hide under the hydrangea bush at the side of the house, while Misty trotted out between the roses at the gate and along the footpath with his tail held enticingly high, pretending he was unaware of any danger.
As the local cats knew Misty was fair game, it was never long before one of them accepted the challenge and gave chase.
Misty could only just hold his own as he galloped for home, and he would skid round the gatepost in the post-and-rail fence with his prospective victim close on his tail. Then he would zoom down the driveway and past the hydrangea bush.
Blackie, like any good bushranger, picked his moment to perfection, flashing out from his hiding place in time to give Misty's pursuer a good dusting. Vanquished, the stranger would bolt as soon as he could free himself, leaving Misty and Blackie strutting around with big grins on their faces.
This trick was carried out time and again, and there was always some sucker to take the bait.
Story by Wendy Willett, Queensland, Australia
