Tom toddled over to Jerry's mousehole.
The cat peeked in with one eye.
What was that mouse up to?
Jerry was nowhere to be seen.
Tom smiled. He was off for the day. No trying to chase that stupid mouse.
"Oh, Tom!" the cat heard its owner yell.
Tom toddled as fast as a cat could to greet his owner.
"I've got a ticket to China!" said Mammy Two Shoes.
Tom whined in the same questioning tone your dog does when it's confused, or, if you don't have a dog, the same tone you say "Huh?" in when you're confused.
He didn't know what the word "china" meant. He had never heard of such a thing.
Then, it hit him. He suddenly remembered that "china", also known as "fine china", was another word for porcelain! It still didn't make any sense. How could someone get a ticket to china?
"I'll start packing. You wait right here," she said before heading upstairs.
Tom scratched his head in confusion.
Could it be that they were going to the land of china items? Yes, that would explain it, thought Tom.
He smiled and waddled over to the cupboard. He started stacking china dishes and every china item he could fine.
He turned his head upon hearing his owner's footsteps.
"Alright, Tom. We're all set. Let's get going!" she said.
Then, she noticed the stack of china items Tom had made.
"You crazy cat! We're not taking those!" she said.
Tom gave her a nervous smile and blushed in embarrasment.
"Bad cat!" she said.
She was about to hit him with her broom but luckily, he managed to get out the way in time.
"Come on," she said picking him up.
He struggled as she tried to put him in a cat carrier.
Finally, she managed to get him inside.
Jerry climbed onto the cage door crawled into one of the square holes.