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‘Ronnie, Ronnie, fear not - my friend - it is only myself, no need for panic. Do not distress,’ he said in a miserable, squeaking voice.
‘I’m sorry Mobo, it just took me by surprise. I didn’t know ... I mean ... I ought to have known - but it freaked me out! That was you wasn’t it? You did that?’
‘Yes, yes, my friend - I transmit. Radio-wave is little brown bird speak. My mate - on nest; when she needs energy she calls to me - I receive. I tell her about new food; of yummy, dead, brown beetle on floor of Ronnie’s nesting box.’
‘Oh, you cute, little bird, they’re not beetles, they’re Kiwi’s Kitten Snacks.’
‘Food belong to Kiwi? Good, I will eat all,’ Mobo chuckled. ‘Why does fledgeling, fang tooth - sharp claw live here?’
‘Because I love her and I think she’s beautiful. She’s so warm and furry, and she’s patient. She doesn’t scratch me on purpose, even when I tease her.’
‘But Ronnie is friend of Mobo? Cat eat little bird!’
‘I’m sorry. I get really angry when she chases birds. She’s really a house cat. I promise to make her wear a bell if she goes out so the birds can hear her coming. I keep her inside at night too.’ Saffron knew that it would sound pathetic to a bird who would have had friends and relatives eaten by cats - but she just couldn’t give up her precious kitten.
‘O.K. - O.K. - I draw blood on fledgeling cat - I eat its food. Perhaps it grows up to be a good cat.