By Ty CatHi'ya, sweetheart!
It all started on a day like any other. I was minding my own business; staking out my territory, traveling around the yard and the neighborhood. Trucks and tractors needed to be checked on, and those "birds" were driving me... well, let's just say I was distracted.
I took a deep breath of the fresh air that enveloped Moos Road- that road is a clean, upstanding road. The kind of road that never needs a cat like me; the kind of a cat that just can't stand corruption- a cat that just like to see justice done! If I'd a stayed there, on Moos, I'd a been fine..but then, a cat like me just has to see "what if"...
I wandered over Wendtland Road way...I never mean to go ALL the way onto those mean streets- but, they call me, you know? I get close, and some CRIME is going down- I mean, crows swooping down on a defenseless kitten- a junk-yard dog biting a poor 'possum- something is always going wrong! And there's just something in me that can't stand it.
On this particular day, I pulled my hat down low, kind of shading my eyes-like, and sauntered over. Some cats I've seen around that live there, in the culvert, were warming their mitts over some burning tires, and as I walked by, they kind of gave me the eye. But, they know better than to mess with me...
Suddenly, a jalopy whizzed by! A small kitten, piebald but with a tender expression, was just crossing the street. Right in the path! I caught the license tag- "WNDLNRULES!" and just had time to wonder what kind of payoff was needed to add that many letters to a vanity plate before I MOVED!! I knew what kind of gangs ruled WENDTLAND, and just what they were capable of.
With the dexterity of a (jungle) cat, I leaped into action! I grabbed the little kittie, threw her to the side into the safety of the Moos Road side, and then grabbed onto the bumper of the careening rust-bucket as it whizzed past!
I clawed my way onto the back of the vehicle, grasping each gaping hole in the rust of the body as if I was a mountain climber nearing the peaks of Kilaminjaro! I was going to take these goons DOWN, that I knew in the depths of my feline soul. One of my lives, already, was used up tonight- that left eight. Not many, for a lot of cats. But, as I've often said:
"Eight ball is my game!"
To be continued:
