There wasn't a bird on the farm that didn't dislike Miss Kitty Cat. And there was only one bird family that didn't live in of her. That was the family. And they had a good reason for feeling safe from Miss Kitty.  
Miss Kitty Cat always spluttered whenever she unbent herself enough to talk with anybody about Wren and his busy little wife, who had their home in the cherry tree outside Farmer Green's window.
 
"The needn't feel so proud of their house," Miss Kitty Cat sometimes said. "It's nothing but an old can. And I know for a fact that Mrs. Bluebird looked at it last spring when she was hunting for a home. And she said she wouldn't live in such a place. I heard her tell her husband so."
 
Now, the reason why Mr. and Mrs. Wren liked their house and the reason why Miss Kitty Cat didn't were one and the same: Miss Kitty couldn't get inside it. The mouth of the syrup can, which the Wren family used for a door, was no bigger than a quarter of a dollar. It was too small for Miss Kitty Cat, though it was big enough to admit Rusty Wren and his plump wife.
 
Miss Kitty said everything she could to persuade the Wren family to build themselves a nest in a crotch of the tree, like other birds.
 
"I'm sure," she told them, "you'd like such a home much better than this. There's no reason why you shouldn't be as fashionable as everybody else. You wouldn't have to look for a place to build. There's room enough right in this old cherry tree for a hundred happy homes if anyb............