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I think that Old-Grey-Fur must have feline
chromosomes - she sleeps almost as much as I do!
The Magpie nest, in Lucky’s garden, has grown
so big it could house a family of pigs (if pigs could fly) and
must be destroyed. I would climb up and wreck it myself but
every since the Everest Expedition (failed) I have suffered from
dendrophobia, the fear of trees. Lucky was nervous at having to
destroy the nest himself, but I told him there was no need to
worry for I would keep lookout and warn him if the birds
returned.
Slowly, and somewhat reluctantly, Lucky
climbed the tree and began edging along the narrow branch
towards the nest. Diligently, I kept watch. As Lucky reached the
nest the branch bent under his weight and he looked very
precarious.
“Hurry up slowcoach,” I shouted
encouragingly.
Lucky climbed into the nest and began the
deconstruction work.
Something must have distracted me, for the
next thing I knew the Magpies had landed on top of Lucky. They
were mighty surprised to find a cat in their nest. The branch
was surprised to find a huge nest, a cat and two magpies amongst
its leaves and so decided to snap. As Lucky tumbled towards the
ground one of the birds did a kamikaze attack into his stomach.
It took an hour before Lucky could breath properly again - but
at least the mission was accomplished. The nest has been
unbuilt.
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