Cal.E.'s Korner

C.: Well, since we can’t get out of here until tomorrow, and d.c. is helping his dog, T. Puppy Katt write her life story, I might as well tell you the rest of the story called

                                                            A STRANGE PLANET        

It was a dark and stormy night…

M.: Isn’t that a bit cliché, Cal.E.?

C.: As I was saying, it was a dark and stormy night when I jumped off the eighteen-wheeler bound west on interstate ten.

The truck stopped to refuel at a fueling station on the west side of Houston, Texas, I had been riding for more than two hours in that cozy but cramped trailer. I don’t know how long I was in that trailer, but I only knew how to count to two

at the time.

As I jumped out of the trailer, I spotted a field mouse large enough to make two meals out of, so I ran after it.

I felt the cruel sting of a nylon net on my back just as I approached the field mouse.

A large human

trapped in in the net and took me to a place called “The Kennel.” He left me there to be taken care of by the staff at that place.

M.: Is that where you met your human BFF, d.c. scot?

C.: Now, who’s telling this story, me or you?

M>: My apologies. Keep going. I’m bored and there is nothing on the 657 channels the hotel television can receive.

One of the staff members was a nurse named d.c. scot. He heard me calling for help in his native language, English. I started to tell him that I was from the Planet of the Talking Cats and was the queen of that planet until I was exiled from the Cat Galaxy,

M.: Weren’t you in the United States?.

C.: Yes, deep in the heart of Texas, why?

M.: It seems that Americans would have their own language and not speak the language of the country that was so horrible that the founders of the country had to leave it and sail across an ocean to have freedom and peace.

C.: Yes, well, anyway, back to my story.

d,c, told me that, if I spoke English, then the humans at The Kennel would want to experiment on me; which would be unpleasant, according to him. He said those experiments may make me become disfigured.

He also said that his next-door neighbor and best friend, Horace Huxby and his wife, Hortense

took in orphan animals, as well as humans who didn’t have parents. He said that, if he could convince Horace and Hortense to adopt me, then he could keep an eye on me and make sure that no humans would take me to do experiments on me. He said that it would be best for me to be where he could monitor my visit to Earth…..

M.: Yawn ZZZZZZ

C.: (Sigh), Meow is asleep, so I suppose that’s the end of this cat ta(i)le for today.

Please join us next time for the interesting, exciting, inconceivable

conclusion of A STRANGE PLANET.

…Well, it may be conceivable, and exciting, and it will only interest some of you; the most intelligent (for humans) readers.