Today the cats came into the kitchen on horseback.
“Hooved animals in the house…” I warned them.
“The human is guilty of treason!” cried Smudge. “Capture her!”
Suddenly Tizer pulled a cord and released a giant cage that
fell from the ceiling and engulfed me.
“Seriously guys, what is this about?” I moaned.
“The human is jailed!” Smudge said. “Begin the trial at
once!”
Then they all sat in a row and pulled out their wigs.
“I’m pretty sure this is happening the wrong way round,” I
said. “And why are you all judges?”
“What is your plea, human?” Sheba asked me.
“If you don’t let me out, none of you are getting fed this
evening,” I replied.
The cats proceeded to mutter amongst themselves, before
Smudge gave a nod.
“We have decided to release you just this once,” he told me.
“Wow, thanks. I appreciate it,” I said dryly.
“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, human,” Smudge reminded
me. “Apart from cat wit, which is lower still, but only because we are smaller.”
