Delilah was waiting for her master to return when she saw a bird sitting in a bush near her. Slowly she watched the bird hop from brittle branch to brittle branch, her bright eyes watching the creature's every move. She got ready to fly at it, her back arching. Then she pounced, but the sparrow was too quick and it got away. How dare it fly away? Delilah was left in the bush, waiting for the feathered fiend to return.

"Come on Roger! Hurry up!" Freddie shouted at the footstool.

"I'm coming! Efgh! Freddie, can't you carry it?"

"But darling! I don't want to pull a muscle!"

"Nevermind pull a muscle, I'll break your arm..." Roger muttered to himself.

"What was that, darling?" Freddie asked.

"nothing." Roger replied.

Delilah heard her master and ran into the house to greet him. Freddie heard her and bent down.

"here's my little girl! Come on, Delilah! I've got a new footstool for you to sleep on!"

As Delilah ran to Freddie he saw that she was covered in mud and leaves. There were twigs sticking out of he fur.

"No Delilah! Get away!" Roger shouted.

Roger panicked and dropped the stool on his foot.

"Argh! Freddie! Control your cat!"

As Roger said this, Delilah launched for the stool.

"Delilah! Bad kitty! Get back here!"

Freddie leaped at at her but slipped in mud and slid into a bookshelf, which tipped books all over him, causing Freddie to fall over under a large volume about astronomy.

"Brian's stupid book!" He shouted.

Roger went to help but only succeeded in making a set of heavy magazines fall on himself and Freddie. Then two encyclopaedias fell on them and knocked them out.

"Meow!" Delilah said as she covered brilliant white footstool in mud.

Delilah then went and sat on Freddie's chest and hit Roger in the face with her tail, covering them all in paw prints.

Brian walked in and saw Freddie on top of Roger with the cat on his chest.

"Wha...? I don't want to know" With that he grabbed his astronomy book and left, shaking his head.

"Don't even want to know"