That afternoon the
cats wondered in for the meeting, some looking worse for wear, or a bit under
the weather. After clambering for places,
they started to settle in.
Wizard and Tootie
Comet and Ceaser
Squeakie and Unkie
Koki and Sukie
Snuggles and Raven
A rustle caught
everyone’s attention. As they turned, a
lid clanged to the ground leaving the behind and bushy tail of a female exposed.
“Get out of that
garbage, Tootie,” Comet yelled and shot her pistol in the air to bring the
meeting to order.
Tootie
“I just wanted to see
if the chef threw away any decent scraps today,” Tootie raised her head and
then went back to searching the can again.
Some scraps of paper and several wrappers fell out onto the broken
cement.
“Hey, I haven’t had
dinner yet,” a couple of the cats scurried over to investigate.
Ceaser cleared his
throat. “Let’s get this meting started,”
he roared.
“Okay,” Tootie
relented and jumped out of the can, stopping to examine her paws and give
herself a lick here and there to smooth her dappled fur. “Come on guys,” she urged and they found
places against the warehouse wall.
Wizard
“Lord you are gettin’
fat, girl,” Wizard said as he watched her waddle over, his hat resting on his
knee.
“What do ya mean? It’s just my fur!” Tootie exclaimed in her defense. “I’m skinny under here. You’re just jealous of my nice coat.”
“Yeah, it’s nice,”
Wizard replied, “but I think it hides your body well.”
Comet
“Quit fooling around,”
Comet yelled. “This isn’t about beauty
or etiquette. We’re here to defend our
territory. Ceaser has something
important to say.”
After some commotion
with the felines arguing, flinging garbage to the side, and cans rattling, the
cats settled in to listen to the boss.
Comet banged a trash
can lid with the butt of her gun, using it as a gong. “This meeting is called to order.”
“Thanks Comet,” Ceaser
stepped forward, looking smart in his leather vest. Using the trashcan as a podium, he cleared
his throat again and began.
“You all know we have
a problem with Big Daddy trying to take over the whole town.” Mumbles and nods went through the crowd.
“He has his own
section of the hood,” a cat called out.
“Well, it seems that’s
not enough. He’s wrangled his way into
my territory,” Ceaser explained. “I
intend to take care of that matter immediately.”
“That’s not good,”
mumbles go through the gathered felines.
“No,” Ceaser
agreed. “So I need you all here to back
me up. We need to settle this.”
“Maybe you could
challenge him to a duel,” Comet offered.
“I’ll loan you my pistol.”
“No duel.” Ceaser held up his arms to silence the
crowd. “I think we need to settle this
cat-to-cat in a good old-fashioned scrap.”
“Here, here,” voices
rallied from the crowd.
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A few days later, Big
Daddy showed up to prowl the alley. He
made it his business to sniff the females and pinch them on the behind. A few slaps ensued, but the big cat just
arched his eyebrows and moved on, pushing the males out of the way.
He was a big brute,
his muscles flexing under his yellow coat.
“Are you ready for
that, boss,” Comet flinched from her place down the alley and made a face.
“I’m as big as he is,”
Ceaser exclaimed, “and I intend to defend my territory.”
After a few words, the
cats squared off face-to-face. Ceaser’s
gang stood by, waiting and watching for the action to begin. The girls lifted their skirts as a
distraction, but that didn’t do any good.
Hissing and growling,
the two big cats became a ball of yellow, black, and white fur as they rolled
around the alleyway, punching, scratching and biting. Ceaser took a big bite of Big Daddy’s ear.
“You think you’re such
a bad ass,” Big Daddy roared. He was mad
and tore into Ceaser trying to get some flesh.
“This town is big
enough for both of us,” Ceaser yelled panting as he took one to the leg. He fell in the alley and kicked Big Daddy hard
in the gut as he came close. The yellow
tom rolled over and took a swipe with a bloody paw. With fangs showing, he kept swiping until he
could right himself and pounce on Ceaser again.
Ceaser bit through his
shoulder and blood spurted onto the pavement.
Ceaser’s troops moved in to help secure Big Daddy if needed. Ceaser kept his grip on the yellow guys
shoulder, as he darted away from his swinging fists. The yellow tom finally conceded defeat, so
Ceaser let him up.
He sat licking his
wounds. They decided to call a truce
with half the town going to each tomcat.
“Fine, I’ll stay in my
half, but I better not catch you over there,” Big Daddy grumbled and finally
slinked off to take care of his gashes.
Comet ran to Ceaser to
examine him. “My hero,” she said,
throwing her arms around him. “I’m glad
you wore that leather vest I gave you. I
think it really helped. You saw the
shape Big Daddy was in when he left here.”
“You might be right,
Comet, but I told you this town was big enough for the both of us.”
“Let’s get you cleaned
up, big boy,” she said, purring.
“I think this is
excitin’ and calls for a celebration.
What did you boys do with that beer?”
Wizard got up from his place on an old wood crate, a lady on each
arm.
“Comin’ right up,”
the cats yelled and it wasn’t long the alleyway was turned into a party
house.
Ceaser and Comet
Ceaser lit up a cigar
and sat back to survey his domain, peaceful again, at least for a while. Comet snuggled into his neck and licked him
on the ear.