Cat Benson meowed, almost in a somehow aroused manner. "N-nya! Please be gentle with me, Master~," he plead to Mordecai, who was wielding a whip in hand. The blue-jay smiled sympathetically. "Of course, Benson. After all, you're my boss…" But today, he was the one who got to boss Benson around.
The possibilities were practically endless.
It was only yesterday when this strange event had occurred. After going through the usual schedule, Benson headed toward his office in the house. As he unlocked the door, he couldn't help but notice a cat collar on the floor. Huh? Benson thought to himself. What the hell is a cat collar doing in Pops' house? Perhaps, he reminded himself, it was the collar of his own cat that he had forgotten to pick up. But his cat's collar was red, not blue. How very queer…
Just then and there, a humorous idea popped into Benson's glass head. What if he were to try the collar on? It was very strange for a person like him to do this, though he still was a little intoxicated from the event at the local bar last night. No, no, he started. I have to work. There's no time to slack…
He glanced at the blue cat collar once more. A smirk started to run through his face.
Well… maybe for a little.
If only he had stopped himself.