The peewees are in a cage on the other side of the shed, near the doors, where they beg for food from anything that moves.
Almost anything that moves. I heard their alarm sound and looked out the window to see a large grey tabby cat stalking towards them. It was flat on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the little birds and creeping forward. The cat stalked past the open door, not more than a metre from Polly's nose. The dog did not move a muscle. I wondered if she'd seen the cat, grabbed the broom and some handy throwing things, and prepared to dash outside. Polly had seen the cat. The right moment arrived, and she went
I have never seen a cat levitate and try to turn itself inside out.There was a spray of stones and a cloud of dust as the cat shot across the yard, cleared the fence by simply rising into the air without jumping, and vanished through the hedge. Its noise woke the pack of chihuahuas over there, and they went off like a pack of wild rottweillers on helium.
Polly hadn't moved, apart from her tail which flopped up and down in the dust.
The peewees saw the movement and begged for food.
Polly is a Gooddog.