Story-writing continued.....new cat story to add to :)

Designate Cat's entry as #1...mine as #2 and just note which part you're adding to. Two cat stories(or more?) for the price of one...

Kittyfoot...good plan! Just designate in the subject line which one your going with. Let's designated yours as 1 and mine as 2 because you posted your's first.

Okay, I'm outta here; back to the creating, folks

Sorry about that Shawna...I know how you ladies react to a guy using the wrong name... :LOL:

Kittyfoot!

Fret not my compatriot friend

(following Shawnas....) heres what you've got to do.....take your little sleepy kitty home, let her rest for just an hour or so...thats very important, after an hour, wake her gently and ask her what she dreamt. "You mean Im meant to talk to my kitty? and ask about her dream?!" "thats right" said the BBK....."listen closely to what she has to say...for what she dreams is the direction you must take. She will guide you to all the needy kitties who need your help." "But how come she can talk?" "Didn't you wonder why no-one else was looking at such a beautiful little kitty in the rescue centre? - Only you could see her!! She is a gaurdian angel kitty whom I created, she only materialises to the right people.....you've been chosen, you're lucky"
The lady slumps down into the drivers seat of her car, trying desperately to gather her thoughts, looking at the sleeping kitty she wonders if it is all true...she looks so "usual" beautiful yes, but aren't all kitties? ...but there is "something" about her.... With that she thanks the BBK and waves him goodbye, thinking she must look crazy waving to no-one!! She pulls the kitty box up close and takes one last glance in there, with a peaceful sigh she quietly pulls the car door up, and slowly drives away heading eagerly towards........

You had your chance... So I guess I gotta finish off this little tail..umm..tale. Hang on...it's gonna get STRANGE!!!!!

In a moment the young woman shook her head and stared down at the smiling kitten. The kitten grinned up at her and winked one eye. "If you think that's odd..you ain't seen nothing yet." he chuckled and immediately broke into a rendition of "Thriller"...complete with MJ moves.

"Oh my God",screamed the young lady as she pushed the kitten from her shoulder;where he had wound up crooning "the kit is not my son." She bolted from the car and stared back wildly..whereupon the kitten faded out of sight,leaving behind just a grin,but unfortunately taking her car with him.

Panic-stricken now,she turned and bolted into the street;narrowly avoiding being creamed by a big yellow submarine which was cruising down the boulevard being chased madly by what looked like 4 hairy cockroaches.

For hours the poor lady scurried from one place to another,meeting more and more fantastic creatures who all smiled and laughed and shouted "Go on,go on,you're nearly there!!!". But as hard as she ran her feet seemed unable to lead her back to sanity.

Finally,gasping in despair she threw herself down on the sidewalk and burst into tears. "Oh Lord",she sobbed,"where is this terrible place and why am I here??" As she lay there sobbing a HUGE purple Hippopotamus strolled by and "broke wind' to a devastating effect. The poor girl was swept into the air as in a tornado and as the city fell from view faaaaar below she passed completely out.

Finally she regained enough of her senses to feel herself being violently shaken. Her mouth was full of dust and her head still was spinning when she made out a voice coming from so far away. She could almost recognize it...almost... Then she saw a volume knob floating before her and desperately twisted it higher. The voice became crystal clear. " Hey Debby..wake up and get your shoes on..we're at the strip club...and stop twisting my nose".

THE END??????

Ummm..ok, I thought this story might lead a lot of directions, but this was definately NOT one of them! :LOL:

Are you sure KF wasnt hiding in the limo all this time 'cuz that would explain a lot! :laughing2

Great ending Wayne!

No good deed goes unpunished. I liked the way your story began, anyway. Well, I'll let everybody get back to . . . whatever this has become.



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to finish off the second leg since Bod passed out in the bus and the rest are a little"snackered". So to take up where Bod left off....

towards her home and a well-deserved bit of sanity. However,within a few blocks she noticed her kitten was smiling at her from the box...there was a sudden flash and there before her wondering eyes sat...MICHAEL JACKSON,the Magic Prince himself.

Quickly Michael explained that he had come to NYC with Santa and the magic Blue Kangaroo. Wanting to do something special for someone they had devised a contest to find the most caring person they could. Thus Michael with Santa's help had disguised himself as a homeless kitten. Since she had taken the kitten to her heart and withstood all the visions without losing the love in her heart;she had won. Her prize was to attend-on stage- a humungous concert Michael was putting on for the homeless animals. Plus a lifetime job ,paying $2 Mil a year,heading up the string of animal shelters that he was building. Best of all,with a twinkle in his eye and a sprinkle of Magic Michael Dust,her kitten re-appeared in her lap and curled up purring a happy purr.

In a flash all her Christmas dreams had been surpassed and her life was changed forever. And Michael WAS lonely since Pricilla left.

It was too bad said MJ that he had missed a touring bunch of cat-lovers that his good friend Bear had mentioned. Oh well,maybe next year..