Doo Doo the Cat

Doo Doo the cat was irritated today; totally not sweet. She had gone to the roof, and Horned Owl was sitting in her seat. That is my place, she said, but his look could easily defeat. He rolled his eyes, and went to sleep, his thoughts now complete. Come on! Doo Doo shrieked. I need my seat; it is where I sit. She screamed and yelled and stomped, had a big hissy fit. Horned Owl raised an eyebrow but it did not annoy him one bit. He closed his eye back up, to a narrow tiny half slit. Doo Doo nearly had a conniption fit, she was angry as heck. She went down to the barn and spoke to the hen named Old Peck. You are annoying a Horned Owl? You are as crazy as young Beck. Who is young Beck? She asked. A chick eaten by Horned owl. Oh heck! Do Horned Owls eat cats? Doo Doo asked, horrified and now scared. If you go back up there, you will find out, Old Peck said. She cared. So Doo Doo the cat let Horned Owl have her favorite seat on the roof. But she carries pepper spray now. Horned Owl’s eyes carry the proof.