Tomcat Findus and the TweedysTomcat Findus and the TweedysKater Findus und die TweedysKI-Info
The unshakable Dieter, Dieter was a canary with a big mission: He wanted to become the next superstar in the pop sky of the backyard. While his colleagues, a troop of chronically nervous blue tits and sparrows, fainted at every falling leaf, Dieter focused entirely on his art.
Today was the dress rehearsal on the old clothesline rope. Dieter closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sang a crystal-clear "Schiri-Pipi-Zirp" into the deck chair sky.
"Dieter! Behind you!" croaked sparrow Jürgen from the left side, while his feathers trembled in the wind out of fear.
Dieter ignored the feedback. Envious amateurs, he thought to himself. He started the second verse, kept his eyes tightly closed, and hit the perfect head voice.
Right behind him appeared Findus. According to the police profile at the fence, Findus was a notorious "serial cuddler." But today Findus was not in the mood for gentle purring. The loud tones of the birds disturbed his afternoon nap. With a malicious grin and extended, razor-sharp claws, Findus cut the rope with a targeted slice.
Krrrkk-Sproing! The four panicked birds on the left side made a cinematic crash landing in the ivy bush. The rope whipped off to the left. Only Dieter noticed absolutely nothing of all this. Due to the sudden physical dynamics of the snapping rope, he flew, still with closed eyes and deeply immersed in the feeling of his song, like a little yellow rocket straight up.
When he opened his eyes in the dive and saw that he was in the middle of the air, he tweeted proudly: "Do you see? That is called stage presence!"
Findus looked after him puzzled and decided that this bird was simply too crazy to eat.The unshakable Dieter, Dieter was a canary with a big mission: He wanted to become the next superstar in the pop sky of the backyard. While his colleagues, a troop of chronically nervous blue tits and sparrows, fainted at every falling leaf, Dieter focused entirely on his art.
Today was the dress rehearsal on the old clothesline rope. Dieter closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sang a crystal-clear "Schiri-Pipi-Zirp" into the deck chair sky.
"Dieter! Behind you!" croaked sparrow Jürgen from the left side, while his feathers trembled in the wind out of fear.
Dieter ignored the feedback. Envious amateurs, he thought to himself. He started the second verse, kept his eyes tightly closed, and hit the perfect head voice.
Right behind him appeared Findus. According to the police profile at the fence, Findus was a notorious "serial cuddler." But today Findus was not in the mood for gentle purring. The loud tones of the birds disturbed his afternoon nap. With a malicious grin and extended, razor-sharp claws, Findus cut the rope with a targeted slice.
Krrrkk-Sproing! The four panicked birds on the left side made a cinematic crash landing in the ivy bush. The rope whipped off to the left. Only Dieter noticed absolutely nothing of all this. Due to the sudden physical dynamics of the snapping rope, he flew, still with closed eyes and deeply immersed in the feeling of his song, like a little yellow rocket straight up.
When he opened his eyes in the dive and saw that he was in the middle of the air, he tweeted proudly: "Do you see? That is called stage presence!"
Findus looked after him puzzled and decided that this bird was simply too crazy to eat.Der unerschütterliche Dieter, Dieter war ein Kanarienvogel mit einer großen Mission: Er wollte der nächste Superstar am Pophimmel des Hinterhofs werden. Während seine Kollegen, eine Truppe chronisch nervöser Blaumeisen und Spatzen, bei jedem fallenden Blatt in Ohnmacht fielen, konzentrierte sich Dieter voll und ganz auf seine Kunst.
Heute stand die Generalprobe auf dem alten Wäscheleinen-Seil an. Dieter schloss die Augen, holte tief Luft und schmetterte ein glasklares „Schiri-Pipi-Zirp“ in den Liegestuhl-Himmel.„Dieter! Hinter dir!“, krächzte Spatz Jürgen von links drüben, während seine Federn vor Angst im Wind zitterten.Dieter ignorierte das Feedback. Neidische Amateure, dachte er sich. Er setzte zur zweiten Strophe an, hielt die Augen fest geschlossen und traf die perfekte Kopfstimme.Direkt hinter ihm tauchte Findus auf. Findus war laut polizeilichem Steckbrief am Zaun ein berüchtigter „Serien-Kuschler“. Doch heute hatte Findus keine Lust auf sanftes Schnurren. Die lauten Töne der Vögel störten seinen Mittagsschlaf. Mit einem hämischen Grinsen und ausgefahrenen, messerscharfen Krallen kappte Findus mit einem gezielten Schnitt das Seil. Krrrkk-Sproing! Die vier panischen Vögel auf der linken Seite machten eine filmreife Bruchlandung im Efeubusch. Das Seil peitschte nach links weg. Nur Dieter merkte von all dem absolut gar nichts. Durch die plötzliche physikalische Dynamik des reißenden Seils flog er, immer noch mit geschlossenen Augen und tief im Gefühl seines Songs versunken, wie eine kleine gelbe Rakete kerzengerade nach oben.Als er im Sturzflug die Augen öffnete und sah, dass er sich mitten in der Luft befand, twitterte er stolz: „Seht ihr? Das nennt man Bühnenpräsenz!“ Findus schaute verdutzt hinterher und beschloss, dass dieser Vogel einfach zu verrückt zum Fressen war.
Tomcat Findus and the TweedysTomcat Findus and the TweedysKater Findus und die Tweedys KI-Info
The unshakable Dieter, Dieter was a canary with a big mission: He wanted to become the next superstar in the pop sky of the backyard. While his colleagues, a troop of chronically nervous blue tits and sparrows, fainted at every falling leaf, Dieter focused entirely on his art.Today was the dress rehearsal on the old clothesline rope. Dieter closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sang a crystal-clear "Schiri-Pipi-Zirp" into the deck chair sky.
"Dieter! Behind you!" croaked sparrow Jürgen from the left side, while his feathers trembled in the wind out of fear.
Dieter ignored the feedback. Envious amateurs, he thought to himself. He started the second verse, kept his eyes tightly closed, and hit the perfect head voice.
Right behind him appeared Findus. According to the police profile at the fence, Findus was a notorious "serial cuddler." But today Findus was not in the mood for gentle purring. The loud tones of the birds disturbed his afternoon nap. With a malicious grin and extended, razor-sharp claws, Findus cut the rope with a targeted slice.
Krrrkk-Sproing! The four panicked birds on the left side made a cinematic crash landing in the ivy bush. The rope whipped off to the left. Only Dieter noticed absolutely nothing of all this. Due to the sudden physical dynamics of the snapping rope, he flew, still with closed eyes and deeply immersed in the feeling of his song, like a little yellow rocket straight up.
When he opened his eyes in the dive and saw that he was in the middle of the air, he tweeted proudly: "Do you see? That is called stage presence!"
Findus looked after him puzzled and decided that this bird was simply too crazy to eat.The unshakable Dieter, Dieter was a canary with a big mission: He wanted to become the next superstar in the pop sky of the backyard. While his colleagues, a troop of chronically nervous blue tits and sparrows, fainted at every falling leaf, Dieter focused entirely on his art.
Today was the dress rehearsal on the old clothesline rope. Dieter closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sang a crystal-clear "Schiri-Pipi-Zirp" into the deck chair sky.
"Dieter! Behind you!" croaked sparrow Jürgen from the left side, while his feathers trembled in the wind out of fear.
Dieter ignored the feedback. Envious amateurs, he thought to himself. He started the second verse, kept his eyes tightly closed, and hit the perfect head voice.
Right behind him appeared Findus. According to the police profile at the fence, Findus was a notorious "serial cuddler." But today Findus was not in the mood for gentle purring. The loud tones of the birds disturbed his afternoon nap. With a malicious grin and extended, razor-sharp claws, Findus cut the rope with a targeted slice.
Krrrkk-Sproing! The four panicked birds on the left side made a cinematic crash landing in the ivy bush. The rope whipped off to the left. Only Dieter noticed absolutely nothing of all this. Due to the sudden physical dynamics of the snapping rope, he flew, still with closed eyes and deeply immersed in the feeling of his song, like a little yellow rocket straight up.
When he opened his eyes in the dive and saw that he was in the middle of the air, he tweeted proudly: "Do you see? That is called stage presence!"
Findus looked after him puzzled and decided that this bird was simply too crazy to eat.Der unerschütterliche Dieter, Dieter war ein Kanarienvogel mit einer großen Mission: Er wollte der nächste Superstar am Pophimmel des Hinterhofs werden. Während seine Kollegen, eine Truppe chronisch nervöser Blaumeisen und Spatzen, bei jedem fallenden Blatt in Ohnmacht fielen, konzentrierte sich Dieter voll und ganz auf seine Kunst.
Heute stand die Generalprobe auf dem alten Wäscheleinen-Seil an. Dieter schloss die Augen, holte tief Luft und schmetterte ein glasklares „Schiri-Pipi-Zirp“ in den Liegestuhl-Himmel.„Dieter! Hinter dir!“, krächzte Spatz Jürgen von links drüben, während seine Federn vor Angst im Wind zitterten.Dieter ignorierte das Feedback. Neidische Amateure, dachte er sich. Er setzte zur zweiten Strophe an, hielt die Augen fest geschlossen und traf die perfekte Kopfstimme.Direkt hinter ihm tauchte Findus auf. Findus war laut polizeilichem Steckbrief am Zaun ein berüchtigter „Serien-Kuschler“. Doch heute hatte Findus keine Lust auf sanftes Schnurren. Die lauten Töne der Vögel störten seinen Mittagsschlaf. Mit einem hämischen Grinsen und ausgefahrenen, messerscharfen Krallen kappte Findus mit einem gezielten Schnitt das Seil. Krrrkk-Sproing! Die vier panischen Vögel auf der linken Seite machten eine filmreife Bruchlandung im Efeubusch. Das Seil peitschte nach links weg. Nur Dieter merkte von all dem absolut gar nichts. Durch die plötzliche physikalische Dynamik des reißenden Seils flog er, immer noch mit geschlossenen Augen und tief im Gefühl seines Songs versunken, wie eine kleine gelbe Rakete kerzengerade nach oben.Als er im Sturzflug die Augen öffnete und sah, dass er sich mitten in der Luft befand, twitterte er stolz: „Seht ihr? Das nennt man Bühnenpräsenz!“ Findus schaute verdutzt hinterher und beschloss, dass dieser Vogel einfach zu verrückt zum Fressen war.