Cal.E.'s Korner

Meow Z. Tongue: I didn’t hear anything derogatory about me or King Tom in your story yesterday, d.c., so please continue with

                                                            A Strange Planet

The truck stopped at another fueling station,

which awoke me from a long cat nap. Although I was exhausted from the trip to Earth in my spaceship

from the Planet of the Talking Cats, my body needed nourishment as well as rest. As I woke up, I smelled a wonderful smell, so I followed my nose to the source of the smell. There, I met another large cat who was eating his dinner.

As I approached him the cat gave me a friendly greeting in Catonese. He then proceeded to tell me that he would share his food, because he had plenty and his human would give him more if he asked politely. He said that he only had one condition for sharing his food.

M.: Is that the end of the story?

d.: No, Meow. I was reading my notes, and this is where I asked Cal.E. to take over, because I had sever tendonitis in my shoulder and I couldn't use voice command because my computer wasn’t set up to recognize my voice with my southern accent.

M.: So, Cal.E. has the rest of the story written, and is just holding on to it? for what?

d.: IDK, Meow. This is as far as I got, but I do know the rest of the story, if you want me to give you a brief synopsis.

M,: No, I’ll wake Cal.E.

up and ask her to pull it up on her computer.

d.: I guess that’s the wrap for me, then.

Meow. Okay, bye.

Cal.E., wake up!! I said wake up!! This is important!

C.: wha…What day is it?

M.: It’s Tuesday.

C.: I must be in one of d.c’s manuscripts then.

It’s always Tuesday in those.

M.: No, this is real life. It’s Tuesday, and we still have one day before we go on in the back allies of Beaumont with me as the surprise guest/lead singer to entertain my,,,er our legion of fans.

But first, I want you to tell me the end of your manuscript called “A Strange Planet.”

C.: Oh; maybe to the first one, and it will take me a while to find that manuscript…What time is it?

M.: Here, on Earth, or on the Planet of the Talking Cats?

C.: Here and now, on this planet.

M.: It’s six p.m., why?

C.: On Tuesday, February 24, 2026?

M.: Yes, why?

C.: Because I’ve only got one hour to shower, call room service, brush out my fur, and get ready for the cat fight of the decade…no, the century…no the millennium.

M.: ???

C.: Tonight, at seven p.m., my third husband, (and second on this planet) the now seven-time World Association of Cat Fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology heavy and middle-weight champion of the world, 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 (by his former BFF, co-founder and business partner with the Triple T Cartel, former WACKO tag-team cat fighting partner and now arch WACKO nemesis and mortal enemy, as well as tonight’s opponent in a WACKO Texas Cage Grudge Match,

The Original Triple T, Tom the Tabby, are going to fight in the fight for the ages on channel 22222.2222

M.: I’m pumped, so I need to get ready to watch it on the hote;'s large screen television.

C.: So, that’s all the time we have for today, folks. that's the end of this cat ta(i)le

Please join us tomorrow for another edition of Cal.E.’s Korner.