1/29/05
Catnip Scandal
[Picture coming
soon when I feel like it]
It was a relatively normal brisk winter morning on the 29th of January. However, the junkyard was abuzz with worried gossip: Munkustrap - the proud, the fearless, the benevolent second-in-command of the Jellicles - was an hour later then he should have been. Chief Reporter, Calliope, took the burden upon herself to pay the esteemed silver tabby a visit to see that he was all right, being the beautiful, caring and selfless queen that she was.
She roamed the back-alleys of the forbidding city, dodging rabid pollicles and the screeching metal giants that humans use solely for the brutal sport of running over innocent cats, to the cluster of human homes that she had been told Munkustrap resided in. Receiving no answer from her knock on the door of 533 Moonset Boulevard, Calliope, mustering her strength, braved the human's dank and darkened cave-like den to rescue their beloved leader from whatever trouble he might be in.
Braving the foul-smelling mess hall of the primitive apelike creatures, Calliope discovered the proud silver tom sitting in a pile of dried catnip; a brightly colored mouse toy in one paw and a jar over his head (presumably having been used to house the catnip before this most revered tom graced it with his visage.)
After being relieved of the jar by a shocked Calliope, the only comment that Munkustrap had to offer was, quote: "Whee! Mousy!"
We have not been able to send any reporters to question the recovering Munkustrap at this time, but I - as well as the other Jellicles of our beloved tribe, I'm sure - am shocked and appalled by this behavior from one of the junkyard's finest.
Calliope, over and out.