Just a reminder: The deadline for the contest has been extended to the 25th!
…And now for some adorable shenanigans.
“Orders are in, Sir,” meowed the calico kitten in his office. She was mature for a three month old. Her pink painted claws tapped the tiny typewriter on her desk. “President Socks has been catnapped.”
“He always catnaps at noon, Fluffy. He’ll wake up as soon as he hears the Oval Can Opener.”
“No! Not catnaping! Catnapped!” Her fuzzy tail swished behind her. Captain MewMew brushed his whiskers with his paw.
“He was last seen in space. A giant cupcake is holding him hostage!” MewMew gasped, but he had handled worse. A giant cupcake in space was nothing compared to the penguins from Icearctica. As much as he wanted to do an inconvenient flashback at the most inconvenient time, MewMew brushed his whiskers again. It was time to get to his space jet. The Falcon-IVXX was the fastest fighter jet in existence. The only drawback was that it was fueled by catnip. If only it could be powered by my favorite, wonderful, warm, and nap inducing sun!
ONE MEOWR LATER
Captain MewMew’s glass space helmet glistened in the starlight as the Falcon sped through space. He could see the giant, delicious cupcake hovering in the distance. His little tongue watered, and he was suddenly hungry. It must be a trap! Ignoring the growing growls in his stomach, he gripped the steering lever with his paws. The Falcon banked.
President Socks became visible. His tuxedo fur looked unkept and shabby. MewMew drew a deep breath. He could almost taste the catnip burning through the Falcon’s fuel banks. I want that cupcake! Look at it! It’s so delicious and…cupcake! He shook his head and floored the Falcon’s catnip pedal. Shock greeted him in the distance, for President Socks was being held captive by…by…MewMew’s eyes widened.
THE RED DOT.
Just close your eyes, grab the president, and get out! As long as he didn’t look…Oh, the joy of finally capturing that elusive red-NO! He banked the Falcon again. The giant cupcake started spinning, as if trying to get his attention.
PEW PEW! Two hairballs shot out from beneath the Falcon’s left wing. Beautiful cupcake…gone. He had used his fighter’s miniature can opener of hairball doom. President Socks hissed. He’s stuck! MewMew brought his fighter closer. Ignore the red dot. Ignore the red dot!
“Initiate scratching post maneuver!” The Falcon vibrated as several gears shuddered below him. He watched as a slender pole with white carpet on it extended from the right wing. The President latched on, his golden space helmet glittering in the starlight.
Captain MewMew was once again Catopia’s hero.
