Mister raven

When no one is paying attention, the large gray raven lands first on to the chiminey, than "tup" by the garage and digs into the jelly cat steak. Despite all the codes of the crow city mafia, he has not reavealed the seecret spot to any other crow. And here he is, like every day, when the neighbour plops the wiskers cat food into the dish, and the cats are still sprawled aobut the block in the sun, Mister Raven greases his beak.