There were lots of delicious earthworms in the mulch. She loved pill bugs and earwigs, too. There seemed no end to the number and variety of juicy bugs to eat. She even found serpentine little chameleons under the rocks. By the time she found the bowl of chicken scratch, she was too full to eat any. She made a mental note of its location so she could find it again if she got in the mood for dry, cracked corn.
As she explored the area, Quackers found a large opening at the end of the deck. Inside the opening was a smooth floor without any plants or bugs. She detected a very interesting smell, a bit like fish. Not far across the smooth floor was a bowl full of little brown crosses. It smelled so good, she thought she'd taste one or two. Wow! That tastes great!
When Milo saw Quackers eating from his bowl, he immediately took action. The hair on his arched back stood straight up and he bared his teeth and hissed a severe warning. Quackers was too busy gobbling the delicious kitty kibble to pay attention to the furry thing. Milo bared his razor sharp claws and struck! He was surprised that there was nothing under those feathers but more feathers! Quackers swung around and shot out her neck as fast as a bullet and nipped Milo's shoulder. Boy! Was he surprised! This ball of feathers was no easy opponent. She was bigger than him, had no flesh under the feathers to dig claws into, and could bite. Milo decided to let the feather ball eat his kibble. He sat under the kitchen table and licked his back while Quackers cleaned out his bowl.
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