Story

Well, thought Harold, one of the brown cats that had taken up the rear of the little entourage, We can't have this, now can we? Letting a mouse get away with a stunt like that was simply not done.
With a murmured 'Mrrow' he snuck after the offending creature, who seemed rather oblivious to the four remaining felines.

That went rather well, Derek told himself, in case he'd missed it, I shall have to tell Hannah about this. Won't she be impressed! Fought off an entire cat army, all by myself, my goodness, how heroic! Wait a minute... why was his back warm all of a sudden?
Oh. Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear. Alright, maybe he hadn't fought off the whole army.

A rather large pair of cat eyes was staring at him in a most distressing manner (they seemed to be wondering whether ketchup or mustard would better suit this little scrap of meat before them).
"Er- oh look!" Derek pointed at the sky in amazement. "A distracting thing!"
The great gob of fur looked up for a moment, and that was all it took for Derek to be unequivocally out of there.

by: Filthy S. Bilgerat