Cal.E.'s Korner

Ladies, gentlemen, nonbinary individuals and animals of all descriptions, let’s get ready to ruuuuumble! Tonight, for your entertainment, we have a cat fight for the ages.

In the black corner, weighing in at 14.999999976 pounds, the holder of six heavy weight World Association of Cat fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology, Tucker Tucker Two a.k.a the Cat fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken.

And, in the orange corner, weighing in at 12.00000007 pounds,  T.’s former best friend, business partner, and cat-fighting tag team partner, the champion of the middle weight WACKO cat fighting class, The Original Triple T, Tom the Tabbyyyyy!

Referee: Okay, cats. You know the rules. We don’t have any. So, bump paws and com out ready to cat fight when the bell rings. (ding).

And it looks like there is a gig crowd for the cat fight tonight. I hope they're entertained.

Tom is ring, pointing to his chin as he lowers his front paws and daring Tom to hit him

(ding)

That’s the end of round one, and no punches have been thrown yet, so there is no score. (ding)

And Tom is starting to the second round the same way he started the first round, running around the ring. T is so bored that he has brought his couch into the ring to watch Tom run. (ding)

And that’s the end  of round two, so there’s only one more round to go. NO points have been scored. In the event of a tie, the champion holds the belt. So, T must make a move in this round if he wants to hold the record for most cat fighting belts at seven (ding) there’s the bell to start the third round. Tom is tiring, and T is moving in, but, oh no! Tom just blew powder in T’s face. T’s looking for some water to wash the powder out of his eyes. Tom is moving in, and T cannot see him, or anything else. Tom lands a punch to the gut, and an upper cut, another upper cut.

Here come’s T answer. He’s going to throw a haymaker at his former BFF, but will it be enough to knock Tom out and win this cat fight?

Down goes to Tabby, Down goes the Tabby. Down goes the Tabby

The referee is counting him out, but if Tom can get up before he’s  out or before the bell rings, he’ll probably retain his title…

Referee: One, two. Three, four, five, six, seven, eight…

And Tom is trying to get up and make this a standing eight count. Can he, will he get up in time to win this cat fight?

d.: Well, that’s all the time we have for today, folks. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of Cal.E.’s Korner.