by Simon Wright

Created on: March 31, 2009

Nearly a CATastrophe:

The cat approached the mirror lazily and regarded his reflection. Devilishly handsome as usual. Jet black fur with just a hint of white tingeing his chest and that familiar tear in his ear that gave him that bad boy look that the ladies loved. Content that all was good in the world, the cat lounged down the hallway to seek out the humans. It was time that one of them fed him and then he had a busy agenda to attend to; a brief cat nap, before an hour's worth of fish tank TV, and then annoy the dog, before another well earned nap.

However, on this particular day, he was in for a rude surprise. "Oh there you are, Gobolino" exclaimed the woman known as Mum as she bent down and picked the cat up into her arms. "Time for you to go you-know-where". Gobolino groaned. Okay, so it was a meow but it had a definite groanicity to it. (There isn't such a word, of course, but there should be!) Gobolino's mood didn't improve as the travel cage suddenly loomed into view. "At least give me some Brekkies for the trip!" he screamed but Mum wasn't listening.

After a car trip spent futilely caterwauling his prison blues, the car pulled up on the crunchy gravel driveway of the V.E.T. Then, the car door opened and Gobolino and his cage were unceremoniously hauled out and carried past the vet's surgery and onto the cattery. Gobolino surveyed his room as Mum eyed him from the other side of the mesh. "You be a good cat now and we'll be back in two weeks". "Meow!" retorted Gobolino and I better not translate that into human. With Mum gone, the cat surveyed his surroundings. No doubt the humans would consider it adequate but this connoisseur reckoned it was far from five star. Where was the on-demand fish tank TV? Where were the Brekkies?! Did they think he was a slum-cat?! "Don't suppose anyone's got an escape plan?" he idly asked, looking around at his fellow detainees. Judging their dumb expressions, Gobolino realized that he was going to have to be the brains of the operation if they were going to bust this joint. At least there was a pretty little female in the adjacent cell. "Well hello, baby!" Gobolino purred as he approached the jet black beauty. "You look nearly as delicious as me!"

Two weeks passed. Gobolino was in the bad books for repeated yowling and that one time when he had briefly escaped. The cattery lady was being more careful this time as she approached his cell. Was that a fishing net that her assistant was carrying?! Nevertheless, he primed himself

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