"I must talk to Boots about this knavery," Jack muttered as he stood on the roof of his small roof-top apartment. The tiger was circling the pool and occasionally glancing up to Jack. It was just before sunrise and the rather large cat caused the mist from the pool to form tiny swirls in its wake.
"I thought having his own creature would quell his mischief." He moved slightly back from the edge of the roof. He started the chant quietly at first, then as the cat paused in his pacing, Jack's voice rose a bit and he continued his chant. "...Come booba yalle, come booka tambee, come konka yalle, come..." "Come on buddy," Jack thought. "It's time for you to go."
As he continued his pacing, his eyes wandered toward Jack then he paused sniffing the air. His gold flaked eyes were no longer sad. Now they glowed with interest in Jack. "Great. The chant isn't working." Jack said to the tiger. "Now what?" Suddenly, the tiger turned back toward to the pool. He looked in as if searching for something in the water.
Jack straightened-up, "Oh, okay, okay, that's a good sign." Then he shouted, "Be off you beautiful one!"
The tiger leaped into the mist and was gone.
Jack's job wasn't complete. There was still poop to clean.
"Yes, I must speak to Boots about this. Perhaps I should have him clean-up the mess. Then maybe he'd think twice next time." Jack muttered as he scrubbed the pool deck. The smell was horrendous.
