Monday

On Monday morning, Ivy the cat busily explored the balcony of Miss Waite’s second floor apartment. Ivy was batting a dead leaf between her furry paws when she heard a soft cooing sound nearby. She quickly hopped up on the balcony railing. Sitting in a nest on the roof next door was a plump brown pigeon. Yum, thought Ivy. That bird would sure make a tasty breakfast.

Ivy tensed her muscles and leaped across the wide space between the balcony and the roof. Just before her claws should have grabbed the red tile roof, Ivy felt herself falling. She twisted and turned as she dropped through the air. She meowed loudly, hoping Miss Waite would save her.

Crunch! Ivy landed in the branches of a large bush. As she brushed the dirt off her fur and the pink flower out of her ear, Ivy heard a cry. “Ivy! Are you all right?” In a matter of seconds, Miss Waite plucked Ivy out of the bush and carried her safely upstairs back into the apartment. As the door closed, Ivy thought she heard a noise that sounded suspiciously like a pigeon laughing.

Tuesday

On Tuesday morning, Miss Waite told Ivy to behave herself and let her go back out to the balcony. Ivy jumped onto the railing and there, staring at her from the roof next door was the plump brown pigeon. I’m going to get you today thought Ivy.

Placing one paw against the wall, Ivy dug her sharp claws into the tan paint. Maybe she could climb the wall and walk across the roof. Ivy pushed the claws of her other front foot into the paint and began climbing. Unfortunately, she didn’t get far because she couldn’t find any more footholds. Ivy slid down to the balcony. “I’ll get you tomorrow,” she told the pigeon. A noise that sounded suspiciously like pigeon chuckles came from the roof next door.