The Adventures of Tigger and Mia Ch 1
by A. E. Cuthbert
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The Secret Meeting
Tigger scratched his claws on the screen door. It was the best way he knew how to communicate to the lower life forms that he wanted to go out. SCRITCH SCRATCH! Someone was coming. He made an attempt to detaching his claws from the screen but found that his paws were quite stuck. When the door opened his fat body slid along the tile floor.
“What is wrong with you cat?” His claws were forcefully helped off the screen door and he jumped out the door so as not to miss his opportunity. It was a beautiful summer day and he was delighted by the scrumptious sound of birds chirping happily in the trees. He would deal with them later. Now he had a secret meeting to get to.
He made his way slowly over the wooden deck and onto the lawn. The grass needed a trim. He gave an evil look to the birds in the tree to his left, before fluffing up his tail and heading to his right. He passed the vegetable garden and made his way past the pool, making sure to keep his distance, to the back corner of the yard.
Gathering all his might he made a jump at the chain link fence and used his claws to pull up his large body to the top. Laughter came form nearby. He really needed to lose some weight. Plopping down on the other side he made his way across the neighbor’s yard, enjoying that it had no fences to scale. He came to a giant maple tree in the middle of the yard and then, after a quick look around, climbed his way to the top of the tree. He arrived huffing and puffing. Socks and Shasta were waiting for him. Socks, a tabby, was the neighbor’s cat and Shasta, with a dark grey coat, lived two doors down.
“Wow, I’m amazed that you could get your pretty self up here,” Shasta said sarcastically.
“Very funny,” Tigger smirked trying to get his muffled fur coat back into some kind of order. He wished he could get rid of his fluffy white fur. It was not very becoming for a grown male cat.
“This meeting will now come to order,” Socks announced in an authoritative voice. “First order of business...” he paused. “Where is your sister Tig?” Tigger rolled his eyes. Did she always have to come?
“There she is,” Shasta meowed looking towards the open door of the house Tigger had just come out of. A thin cat bounded through the door. She was also a white cat but had a few dark brown spots all over her body with one giant one that covered her right eye and gave here the look of a raccoon. She made her way quickly across the yard and with one jump landed gracefully on the thin metal railing at the top of the fence. She walked briskly along the rail.
“Show off,” Tigger growled. After a few dozen steps she landed lightly in the grass and made her way to the foot of the maple tree and up the trunk.
“Sorry I’m late,” she apologized sweetly.
“It’s truly amazing that you are related to Tigger, Mia,” Shasta snickered.
“Can we get back to business?” Tigger roared loudly.
“Yes, lets,” Socks said after cleaning one of his perfectly sharp nails. “I suppose you wonder why I asked you all here today.” No comments. “Well I wanted to discuss the situation with the Cobley’s. Rumor has it that they are getting a new dog.” A slight hiss went through the tree. “I’m not sure what breed it is, but as rulers of this neighborhood it is our given right to show this new brute who is in charge.”
“How do you suggest we do it?” Shasta asked eagerly.
“I would say that the normal claws on the nose and quick chat should settle the business,” Socks responded with an evil smile glancing at his paw.
“I don’t know,” said Mia shyly. “What if he tried to eat us?”
“Don’t be such a scaredy cat Mia,” Tigger exclaimed. “We are much smarter than them.”
“It's settled then. Next tomorrow we will do it.” Socks didn’t want to argue about it any longer. “Let me just figure out what breed the dog is and therefore study up on his weaknesses. Now onto the matter of the finches in the ash tree.” Socks was in the middle of mapping out with his claw a “plan of attack” when he was interrupted.
“TIGGGER, MIAAAA!!” Tigger’s ears stood strait up. He could vaguely hear the sound of a can opener in the background.
“Gotta go,” Tigger scrambled down the tree before anyone could respond.
“Sorry to have to leave so quickly,” Mia said politely slowly following her brother.
“We will meet tomorrow then same time,” Socks called after her.
Socks and Shasta sat in the tree watching Tigger’s hefty body bound over the fence and across the yard with Mia right behind him.
“He sure can move fast when he wants too.”
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