Below: my usual prey.
A cat cannot be called a cat if it rejects such an opportunity. So, loyal to my name, I followed the trail, even though I knew I was heading for another battle but this wasn’t territory, this was more important, so full of determination I continued. Soon I found the target I was heading for. The other male cats hissed at me: they didn’t want any competition. I hissed right back and told them to do something anatomically impossible (ahem). This made them even angrier. Suddenly with a cry of “Get the @#&! American” they were on me they were on me. I kicked and hissed and even got one across his face, bloodying his nose and ear but they had the advantage of numbers and finally I ran. So much for romance. At least they didn’t get the female cat either because she fled during our battle…
I returned home weary and ragged. All I wanted is rest. The sun would soon be up.
“Oh my god! What happened to this cat?”
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! I ran like crazy but my supporting staff caught up with me. No not Darth Vet! I tore at everything in my range. If they were going to take me to Darth Vet I was going to force them to go to surgery.
“You’ll never make me! Never, you hear?” I mewed in their faces.
I scowled at my arch nemesis Darth Vet
through the bars of my prison. He was preparing to give me a shot. “Against
rabies” he had told my supporting staff but I knew his tricks. He thinks
I’m some sort of furry pincushion. But already I had hatched a daring escape
I struggled as the needle went into me
but three pairs of hands pinned firmly to the steel table.
^ Me under the air conditioning.