Note: I do not own Felidae or CATS
Chapter eight: Dr. Preterius's Experiments
" . . . With the donations from the government, we are finally able to proceed with my experiments. This video diary will help explain the phenomena of my eventual success. I am Dr. Julius Preterius and my assistants are Zeibold and Grey."
*Crackle, crackle*
"My goal is to develop a bonding agent that will seal the edges of a wound together, thus speeding up the healing process. I am confident that this new mixture will work."
*Crackle, crackle*
"Our first mixture is a failure. We opened a wound on our feline test subject's head and applied the mixture. Instead of sealing the edges of the wound, the mixture bore right through the back of the skull and into the brain. I can only conclude that the mixture must be diluted further. The only upside to this failure is that I have bottle of Merlot to make me feel better."
*Crackle, crackle*
"It simply defies logic! Twelve different mixtures and all of them failures! The mixture has been diluted as much as possible and still it tears through the flesh of the test subjects. I don't what I have been doing wrong. Ugh, it seems that these days, Merlot is the only thing I can count on."
*Crackle, crackle*
"A strapping young stray has arrived at the laboratory today. He is a highly intelligent, well-built tom. Tomorrow, we shall see if mixture number thirteen will be a success when applied to this new tom."
*Crackle, crackle*
"A miracle! The mixture worked perfectly! This tom will be our laboratories mascot and we have christened him Jellicle. With his wonderful contribution, I know we are heading in the right direction."
*Crackle, crackle*
"After mixture number thirteen failed to work on other feline specimens, we have concluded that something in Jellicle's body must be resistant to the formula. We have extracted multiple samples of blood, bone marrow, hair, mucus and even parts of his brain to attempt to isolate this mysterious factor."
*Crackle, crackle*
"Damn government cut our funding by forty percent. We are rapidly running out of specimens, but we only need one, don't we Zeibold (hic)? We only need one."
*Crackle, crackle*
"Fine, leave Zeibold! I don't need your help! Me and Merlot will get the Nobel prize without you!"
*Crackle, crackle*
"Thanks to my ingenious breeding program, several of the queens have had kittens! Now I'll have a never ending supply of test subjects for the future!"
*Crackle, crackle*
"Oh Jellicle, I don't care about my glue anymore. Instead, I have a plan to create a new race of cats. A race of absolutely amazing cats!"
*Crackle, crackle*
"Talk to me Jellicle. Hee hee! Just think of that, if you could actually talk to me. Hee hee! How absurd!"
*Crackle, crackle*
"What's that Jellicle? You say I should open your cage and face you in hand-to-hand combat? (hic) I've got to save Jellicle?!"
*Crackle, crackle*
The screen went black.