“Yes,” agreed a chorus of squawks.
“But the humans are destroying the things we need to live,” continued the tiger cat. “We aren’t destroying their habitat, are we?” asked Sneaky. She didn’t really expect an answer. It was a rhetorical question, to try to get these bird brains thinking. Sneaky wondered for a moment why she bothered. But then, she increasingly enjoyed this public speaking. She scanned her audience.
An uneasy silence was finally interrupted by one of the iridescent Tree Swallows. “It’s true. We cause them little trouble, and they cause us much. But what’s to be done? They don’t listen to us. They rarely think of us at all.”
“Some do.” Sneaky Pie admired the shining teal head and wings of the bird, its white underside in bright contrast to its swallowtail coat.
“Well, they could certainly pay us more attention,” the Tufted Titmouse called.
“I propose we do something about it,” said Sneaky. “I want to represent us, the other citizens of America.” The tiger cat boldly pronounced, “They will hear our voices.”
Pewter blinked, then whispered to her feline companion, “You’re out of your mind.”
“How can you possibly get humans to listen?” Glynnis asked, nervous as ever.
“If you think about it, Pewter and I live with one. It’s a matter of psychology. While they appear to be acting like lunatics, upon study they are surprisingly predictable. We know their ways.”
“You’re not the only one watching them,” Joe boomed, seemingly affronted. “We see them go in and out all the time, rushing this way and that, though it’s true I cannot say I discern their purpose, or any sort of pattern.”
The tiger nodded at the titmouse, who was smarter than Sneaky Pie had first thought. “When you live with one or two humans, you become close. They’re not half bad, and they really try, or at least mine does. You train them by using a system of rewards. Works better than pecking their eyes out.”
“So you actually think you can get your human to see what we need?” Glynnis was now fascinated.
“I do,” answered Sneaky. “Now, it’s a big step from that to becoming a presidential candidate. If enough of us band together, we might get some serious attention. Obviously, they’re not that bright. It might take them a while to hear our message, but it’s worth a try. Working together is the only shot we have. We must lead by example. If we can get along and unite for a cause, why can’t they?”
A silence followed this. “You’re right.” The second of the Tree Swallows plucked out a chest feather, holding it in her beak.
Joe shrewdly negotiated, “A moratorium on cats hunting birds?”
“Well—” Pewter was about to screw the whole deal.
“I can work on that, but I promise that Pewter and I will not kill any of you.”
“Let us think about it,” the Black-crested Titmouse suggested, and the other birds chirped in agreement. “We have no reason to trust a cat.”
“You have a reason to trust this cat.” The tiger sounded convincing.
The female Tree Swallow dropped her chest feather. The white feather slowly twirled downward until it hovered right above the tiger cat. She then dropped off the branch and, with that speed and grace peculiar to all the swallows, zoomed in front of Sneaky’s nose, snatching the feather right out of the air.
The other birds gasped.
Given to expressions of emotion, Glynnis shouted, “You could have been killed!”
The Tree Swallow flew back to her friend, who chided her, “That was damned foolish.”
“But a good test. Besides, I can fly at a right angle if I have to.”
Her friend nodded but secretly thought that no bird should ever trust a cat’s reflexes, even an old one like that fatty.
“If you promise to work with me,” Sneaky called up, “I will not harm a feather on any of you should you join my movement.”
“We’ll think it over.” The Downy Woodpecker was impressed but wanted to confer with his winged companions.
A high-pitched scream overhead silenced the assembled. A large shadow played down on the cats, then a two-foot Red-shouldered Hawk alighted on a sturdy sycamore branch.
“Don’t fly away,” the big raptor commanded the smaller birds. “You’re safe. I know some of my cousins chase after you for sport, but I don’t eat birds.”
“Art, where were you?” Joe, fearless as only Tufted Titmice can be, called the big fellow by his name.
“By the pond, watching the pasture,” the hawk replied. “Heard all this talk over here.” His dark eyes and black curved beak pointed down to the two cats. “It’s one thing to make a promise to these squirts. What about hawks, falcons, goshawks, ospreys, eagles?”
“We’re all Americans. We share the earth.” Sneaky’s green eyes met those of the bird, who was bigger than she was. “And let me tell you something, Art. You have federal protection, but that doesn’t protect the land or the waters. Just means you can’t be hunted.”
“Hm-m-m.” Art glanced around at the other birds, breathlessly awaiting his response.
“We need one another,” Sneaky said, voice clear.
“What about the game I hunt?” Art wondered. “How can you represent both me and mice? Have you thought of that?”
“I have.” Well, she hadn’t really, but she’d wing it—so to speak. “If our living places, the foods we eat, are not polluted, poisoned, or plowed under for a housing development, things will balance out. I can’t tell you not to hunt mice. I can only tell you to trust a natural balance. That’s why there are predator and prey animals. Too many of one or the other and everyone suffers. It’s yet another example of an imbalance of power.”
A murmur attended this.
Art inhaled deeply, his mighty chest pushing out. “Cat, you got my vote. Good luck.”
The birds chirped, Sneaky thanked the Red-shouldered Hawk, and the two cats headed back up the dirt road to the barns.
“How can you get our human to understand, much less all humans?” asked Pewter. The gray cat thought Sneaky Pie might just be losing her mind.
“I don’t know,” Sneaky answered frankly. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t find a way. The more animals we talk to, the more ideas I’ll get. I’m convinced dialogue is necessary.”
“Sneaky Pie, we’re old friends, but I think you’re crazy.”
“Maybe we have to be just a little, you know?”
As they reached the top of a small hill, from above the cowbird suddenly swooped, pooping right onto the tiger cat’s back before flying away.
Pewter couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, there’s a vote of confidence.”
Sneaky Pie laughed, too. “That cowbird is making her opinion known. I suppose it’s a form of free speech. I just didn’t realize politics would get so messy so fast!”

Of Mice and Men
The human had left the television on before disappearing into the kitchen. Seating herself directly in front of the noisy machine, Tally grinned as she watched a dog driving a Subaru. It was her favorite commercial. The rambunctious Jack Russell sniffed the screen but didn’t smell the car-driving dog. Madison Avenue admen were using dogs to sell cars.
“People trust a dog more than they trust a cat,” Tally concluded.
“Ha. That dog is driving that car only because he’ll work cheaper than a cat,” pointed out Pewter, highly offended by the ad. “It’s like the entire species has no pride at all.”
Tally growled. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I heard all those dogs have agents. And the film crew can’t overwork us any more than children. Furthermore, cats are too small to drive. You couldn’t see over the dashboard.”
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