the cat

Author: Shane
From: wellington, USA
Age: 13
Date: 17th Dec 1998, 2:48 AM
Rating: 5
Comment:
Title: the cat

"You stupid cat! Get back here!," yelled the angry owner of the bakery shop.
The cat jumped out the door and leaped passed the barber shop.
"I made it," Borg thought to himself as he panted down the street. "I actually made it."
He walked past a building with screens inside that had pictures moving on them. He walked down the alley and behind the garbage can.
"Did you get it?" asked Satan, the dirty, black furred, alley cat Borg met a couple of days ago.
"Nope," replied Borg, a slick cat with orange fur and light brown eyes.
"You know what? I think your makinı this Meow Mix up. It canıt be the best food in the world. Rotten banana peels are the best!" said Satan.
"Ack!" Borg made a sour face at the thought of eating banana peels. "Trust me. Itıs a lot better than banana peels... anything is better then banana peels..."
"Whatever. But I still think your making up this Meow Mix!"
Borg started to get mad, but he knew it wouldnıt do any good. He was not used to arguing with other cats. He had two friends at home, but they never questioned him, they just went along with whatever he said. He lived a happy but boring life at home. Even though, everyone respected him and loved him, he needed adventure (and some exercise to burn off all the fat from eating too much Meow Mix). He was always pampered at home - indoors. It was very different outside, in this world.
That night he slept near a garbage can. It was cold and damp. He was wondering what his owners were doing right now. He often regretted that he had run away, just because his owners stopped feeding him the regular kind of Meow Mix. "I bet they didnıt think Iıd know the difference between fat free and regular! And why did they feed it to me?! They were the ones who couldnıt fit inside the litter box!!!" he mumbled in his sleep.
Borg awoke to Satan meowing and laughing loudly. He heard the clinking of garbage can lids, the barking of a dog and an amused purr of a cat. When Borg looked over at the dog he saw him running around in circles, chasing his tail. "What a stupid dog," Borg thought to himself.
Later that day, Satan and Borg were wondering down the street, headed for the super-market. Borg had talked Satan into trying to find the Meow Mix there. He would show Satan that it was real, and that it was better then banana peels!
"You remember that dog this morning?" Borg said, "It scared me, I heard garbage cans hitting together and lids falling,"
"Yeah, I was laughing so hard!," Satan replied.
"Yeah, you woke me up!"
When the two cats walked through the front door of what they thought was the super-market, they heard about 12 loud ear piercing sounds. Both cats screeched with pain. They looked up at the wall to see round and oval devises with numbers around the outside of them, and a stick revolving in the center of it, moving from side to side.
The cats quickly retreated through the door of the building. They walked a couple of blocks more until they found another set of big doors with people coming in and out of them. Most of the people were pushing big shiny metal cages on wheels that hurt Borg's eyes when he looked at it.
"Donıt look at the cages!" Borg yelled.
"Ahhh! My eyes!" Satan screamed with pain. "I canıt see!"
"Hurry! Get into the super-market!"
"I canıt see! Where is it?!"
"Up ahead! Go straight!" Borg yelled as he nudged him forward with his head.
As the cats scrambled up to the super-market, the two big doors opened and the cats jumped back.
"Whatıd you do? How did you open it?!?" yelled Satan.
"I didnıt, their automatic," Borg said.
"There what?" asked Satan.
"Automatic."
"Whatıs that mean?"
"I donıt know! My owner would say that... I miss him..."
"Oh cımon! Donıt get all fussy! Letıs go find this so called ŒMeow Mixı."
The two cats shuffled through the door and into the big super-market.
"How are we ever going to find the food in here?" asked Satan.
"I donıt know. But we will. Weıll smell the Meow Mix!"
Borg and Satan strolled down the aisles one by one, looking for the pet food aisle containing the Meow Mix.
Borg was trying to smell the Meow Mix but it was blocked by the smell of fish. Borg liked fish also, but not nearly as much as Meow Mix. If worst comes to worst, we can eat the fish, Borg thought.
As Borg was running after Satan down an aisle with makeup and mirrors and powders, a person wearing blue stepped in front of Borg. Borg tried to run around him but the man grabbed him and picked him up.
"Hey, Jerry! Get a loud of this! Thereıs a cat in here!"
Another man came around the aisle and looked at Borg. The man smelled like fish.
"Wow, a cat in here? How did he get in?" asked the man who smelled like fish.
"I donıt know. I guess someone must have left the door open," replied the man in blue.
Satan turned around and headed back up the aisle towards Borg and the two men.
"Thereıs another cat!" yelled Jerry.
"Well, go get him!" said the man in blue.
The person who smelled like fish started towards Satan. Satan backed up cautiously, watching the manıs every move.
"Here little fella, no one will hurt you," Jerry said.
Satan was still backing up when he hit something soft behind him. Toilet paper started to fall on top of him. Satan jumped away and towards Borg who was trying to get free of the mans grip. Satan jumped up at the man holding Borg and bit his hand. The man dropped Borg in pain and both of the cats raced down the aisle and out the door.
"Stupid cats! Stay out of here, ya hear?!?" was all Borg and Satan heard as they were racing back to the alley.
"That was close, I thought he got me," Borg said to Satan when they got back to the alley.
"I saved your life! You owe me one!" Satan said proudly.
"I could have gotten away without you, you just didnıt give me any time!" Borg said.
"Yeah, sure you could have. You still owe me one, though!"
"Okay, whatever. When you taste some Meow Mix I wonıt owe you anymore."
"Cımon, it canıt be that good!"
"It is, trust me!"
That night while Borg was sleeping on a wooden crate he heard noises. He opened his eyes and saw a big dog. It didnıt look friendly like Data, his old friend, one of his owners cats. He missed both of them. He couldnıt wait to get back to them.
When the dog moved towards Borg, it cut short his thoughts of home and forced him to think of a plan to get away from this dog. Every dog he had ever seen had been on a leash,this one was not.
The dog started to growl and circle Borg, and the crate he was laying on. Borg had a bad feeling about this, especially when the dog jumped at him. Borg moved to the side just in time to see the dogıs teeth go right by him. Borg didnıt waste any time watching the dog, who was now reeking in pain because he hit the brick wall behind the crate. Borg took off running as fast as he could up the alley and turned the corner onto the street. Borg heard barks of the dog behind him, but he couldnıt see the dog because it hadnıt come around the corner yet.
"Where is Satan?" Borg said to himself. "Did the dog get him?"
As Borg was running he saw a trash can with no lid on it. He quickly jumped up onto a window sill and into the trash can. He was hoping that the dog hadnıt seen him, and would go right past the garbage can, and hit his head on another brick wall.
After about two minutes of sniffing apple cores and rotten potatoes, Borg got up enough courage to peek out of the garbage can. He climbed up on his hind legs and just barely got his eyes over the rim of the trash can. He didnıt see anything or any dog on the street, so he jumped out of the trash can and went back into the alley where he had been sleeping.
"Where is Satan?!?!" he was wondering to himself.
As he was getting back onto the crate to try to go back to sleep, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He saw a shriveled up cats body. He got up off the crate slowly and walked over to the mass of black fur.
It was Satan. Borgıs heart felt like it was ripped out of him and stepped on. He had lost his only friend. His only pal!
Borg saw teeth marks on Satanıs body. "It must have been the dog - that mean dog! That stupid dog killed my only friend!"
Borg knew he wouldnıt be able to sleep anymore that night, instead he ran out of the alley and tried to sniff out Meow Mix. He knew Meow Mix would make him feel better, just one bite would make him better, just one sniff.
Borg was dragging through the street for about 3 hours. He went up to store fronts and peoples windows looking for Meow Mix to bring to Satan, he owed Satan that. He thought it would make himself better. He had already been to 14 houses, 12 store fronts, and a too much parks to keep track of. He had also had 17 shoes thrown at him. He was tired and upset. He would never bring back Satan and he may never find the Meow Mix. He felt like he had failed.
He was walking through some personıs yard when he smelled something spectacular. "Itıs not skunk..." he thought to himself, "itıs... MEOW MIX!!!!!!"
Borgıs head shot up like a hungry teenager seeing a Taco Bell Sign.
Borg figured that it was coming from behind him. He turned around and went back in the same direction he came from. He had his nose down to the ground, still sniffing for his beloved food.
Then he saw a blue bowl with... "Is it?" Borg said to himself, "Sniffff. Yes! Itıs Meow Mix! MEOW MIX!!!" Borg was licking his lips as he took off like a bolt of lighting toward that blue bowl and its magical contents.
When he was a foot away from the bowl he dove at it, his head hit the cat food inside of it and his whole body slid off of the bowl. He quickly got back up and headed back to it, this time careful not to slide off of it again.
He felt like he was in a dream. He had Meow Mix.
Whoıs house was this he was wondering to himself as he was stuffing his stomach with his favorite food in the whole world. He glanced up quickly from the bowl and looked at the white house. He remembered this house. He remembered how he would climbed the tree in the front of the house and not come down until the firemen came. He remembered licking his humanıs kitten, but, for some reason his owner called him baby, not kitten. But, the thing he remembered most was them feeding him Meow Mix, they had fed him two times a day. He had loved them dearly for it, that is until they started feeding him fat free Meow Mix. "Yuck! I hate that stuff!" Borg said to himself.
Borg now knew that all the Meow Mix would never bring Satan back, but he still had plans to fullfill his promise. He figured he had better find a way inside to let his owners know he was okay, and make sure they didnıt have plans on getting fat-free Meow Mix ever again! But he also wanted to tell his 2 friends, Mr. Spock and Data about Satan, and about how much he missed him and wished that dog had never come.


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