A Cat's Tale

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a GMD story I wrote about Felicia, who tells the end of the story from her point-of-view...& also talks about what happened to her after her fight with the Royal Guard Dogs in the movie.

Felicia, Toby, Professor Ratigan, Queen Mousetoria, Bill, & Bartholomew (C) Disney.
Floyd & Muriel (C) MGM Studios. (That's right, the two cats from "The Secret Of NIMH 2" are Felicia's cousins!)
Mouses Fiennes (C) me.


OK, OK, I don't know why I need to introduce myself to you readers. You probably know me just by what I'm about to say next...

I'm the biggest cat in all of London. I've eaten over millions of disobedient thugs, & I've never lost a pound. I ALMOST ate the drunk Bartholomew, but he made me throw up, thus allowing his escape, much to my chagrin (I always lose the bloody little twerp before I get to devour him). I'm the most underappreciated "meester" in Disney history. When you first saw me, I made you cower in fear of me when you were children, almost as much as the thugs trembled in fear of me, the mighty Felicia!

Truly though, it wasn't MY fault that I got my huge tail whipped by a bunch of dogs, a very terrible fate for a cat, indeed. It was that sappy dog Toby's fault.

But I'm not one to point clawed fingers; I'm telling it like it is.

Besides, I was lucky enough to even escape with my little blue hair-bow, much less my life!

As soon as I got out of that dangerous dog pit, I ran for Ratigan's hideout as fast as I could. I was eager to get my gigantic feline out of that place!

After a good hour of running (& much-undesired exercise), I was finally back home!

It took a while for me to squeeze through the sewer grate, though. (Being pampered isn't all fish & mice, sad to say.)

Then I settled down in the corner my "daddy" made for me, & I took the longest catnap in animal history. (And believe me, if I weren't so lazy-tail, I could have set a world record with that!)

After about 10 long hours of sleeping, I finally woke up. My already-full stomach was growling. And isn't it a mewing shame I didn't get some Queen Mousetoria a la milk last night?

I happened to see Bartholomew sleeping on my large tummy. He couldn't have picked a better time for me to finally eat him!

Unfortunately, the little bugger had to run for the nearest thug-house & hide like the coward he was.

Darn.

I rolled over, & tried to get back to hungerless sleep...but in about 5 minutes, I was interrupted once again, this time by the feeling of thugs rolling me over & crawling onto my back.

I sighed, let out a disappointed mew, & meowed out, "Where are you taking me? Where are we going?"

Bill The Lizard (one of the good thugs) answered my question: "We're moving out! Ratigan's fired us!"

I meowed in shock. Fired? Holy whiskers, that was some mews! (Pun intended.)

I meowed wearily as the thugs rode on my back to Regent's Park.

I don't know what the heck was gonna happen to us (especially me-ow), but I did know this: if Mouses Fiennes didn't return to rehire us, I knew I was gonna have to be scrounging for disgusting trash to eat. Much like my Yankee cousins Floyd & Muriel.

Yes, the life of a cat is not all it's cracked up to be. That's why I envy you humans right now.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: I hope you liked the story!

Read & review, but try not to flame.