Cinco the Huntress Kitty Date Thursday, April 25, 2024 - 08:29 PM PST Topic Entertainment Cinco heard a little racket going on outside and peeked out to find her master’s pesky thirteen-year-old son Devin and his friend Dylan (also thirteen) rummaging through the junk on the front porch. Dylan had a long straight stick thing in his paws that didn’t quite look like a stick she’d find out in the yard. She remembered the boy Devin playing with one of these before, it made an air like noise and she’d hear a “thump” some yards away after he pulled a small trigger on it. It was obvious that he was searching for the same thing now. “Ah ha!” said the boy searching through the junk, “Wanna go shoot some birds?” Devin asked Dylan while he was pulling his air-like stick out of a box. “Yeah, last time sucked. Came real close though.” Dylan replied. Cinco watched as they headed out into the field full of tall grass and trees on one of the beautiful hills on Maui. Curious as always, she followed them out to the field. She watched as one of the boys threw a rock at a tree. Hundreds of birds came flying out of the tree, and then she heard more of those air-like noises from the sticks they were holding in their paws, pointed at the sky. The birds flapping wings only lasted for about 30 seconds and drowned everything else out. Then everything was silent again. “Get anything?” asked Devin. “No, man.” Dylan replied. Devin shrugged and said, “Oh well, lets find another tree.” The boys pursued this for a few more hours, failing to catch anything. Cinco just followed them around and watched with a mischievous smirk on her face, “Dumb boys…” she thought to herself. After about three hours of trying to catch birds, the boys finally gave up. With slumped shoulders they strolled on back to the house with Cinco following behind. She watched them plop down on the porch with grim looking faces. “Man, no birds. This sucks.” said Dylan. “Yeah…” Devin added as he noticed the cat staring at the two boys. “What do you want?” Devin glared at her. Cinco looked at the tree in the front yard, then at Devin again and blinked. She darted off toward the tree, leaving ruts in the ground as she dashed up the trunk of the tree, and flew out on a branch. A few moments later she dropped out of the tree with something dark in her mouth from all the boys could see. Cinco walked very catty like all the way back to the porch and dropped the bird at the boys feet. “That’s how it’s done boys.” Cinco was implying with her catty smirk. The boys kindly flipped her the bird Normally this kind of thing would go under Fiction, but this is exactly how I remember it happening. -Devin This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=463