The flying flea, callie and me - bill wallace

Young Gray gets a chance to prove himself when a family of mockingbirds fliessouth, leaving the youngest bird, Flea, behind.

Gray devises a daring plan toinstill bravery in Flea.

Who ever heard of a cat that didnt eat birds? The house people had picked me out of my litter to be a mouser.

Callie was getting too old for the job.

So it was mine.

But I didnt plan on getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird building her nest.

or adopting the baby who fell out.

No joke! Im a cat, but I do not eat birds.

Mice, yes.

Birds, no.

Flea -- thats what I named her -- couldnt even fly.

She was so scared when she toppled onto my head that she said, Eat me.

its quicker than starving to death.

She was pathetic.

I had to help her.

The first step was protecting Flea -- and me -- from the monster rats in the barn ( thats saying a mouthful!) and Bullsnake under the woodpile.

Next, Callie and I had to teach Flea to fly.

After all, how could she stay up North with us when her bird family was flying to Florida.

Im not a Florida kind of cat.

Its just too hot for us furry types.

I know Ill miss my Flea.

But shell come back -- after shes seen the world!.