The tiny vacation

My Cat, Charlie , plopped down at the base of the bird feeder, turned over on his back with his feet in the air, and rolled in the dirt. A squirrel scolded him with a hoarse bark, warning him to go away. The squirrel angrily swished its tail back and forth, back and forth. But Charlie was too lazy to move.

Then a blue jay began to complain. I could almost hear it calling: "What is this cat doing so close to the feeder? Watch him, watch him!"

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