In a way Miss Kitty Cat was a patient creature. She could play a waiting game. She spent hours watching rat-holes without growing restless.  
So after her talk with and his wife, when she urged them to give up their boxlike house and build themselves an open nest like most other birds, Miss Kitty left them.
 
"I'll let my words sink in," Miss Kitty muttered to herself. "Of course they'll want to talk things over ."
 
It wasn't often that she made herself so agreeable to any of the bird people. Indeed, she had been so pleasant that Rusty Wren began to think that Miss Kitty was a much kinder creature than he had always supposed.
 
"Miss Kitty's very agreeable," Rusty Wren remarked to his wife. "Did you notice how sweetly she of our children?"
 
"Huh!" said Mrs. Wren. "She may fool you; but she can't fool me. She's a mealy-mouthed animal, if ever I met one."
 
"I don't see how you can say that about Miss Kitty Cat," Rusty replied. "She doesn't eat meal."
 
"I suppose you'll be saying next that she doesn't eat birds!" his wife exclaimed.
 
"I fear you've been listening to gossip," Rusty ventured. "If Miss Kitty Cat comes back I hope you'll be cordial to her."
 
He could have bitten his tongue a moment later for saying that, because Mrs. Wren began to scold him. A............