Chapter 42
Habitation Deck Corridor

"It all happened here," said Lister as he guided Rimmer to the exact spot and pointed at the floor with two half gloved palms up hands. "Right Here!" he said again to emphasize his point.

"Right here?" Questioned Rimmer. "On the habitation deck corridor? I find that hard to believe miladdo."

"Yea. I'm still having trouble believing it myself. But the facts don't lie."
Lister's hand dipped into half unzipped biker leather and from within
came a small purring noise, previously inaudible.

As Rimmer looked on THe Cat half danced half slinked onto the corridor.
Dressed in his neon pink suit he came behind the two just in time to see the surprise that had awaited just under Lister's armpit.
In Lister's gloved hand rested a small black purring Kitten.

"Who the heck is that" hollered the Cat, being uncomfortably confused never having seen a regular cat before, and held by Lister. Lister? Dog food face himself?

"Cat, I'd like you to meet Frankenstein," said Lister, and a wave of nausea overcame the Cat. He did nothing to hide his disgust.

"Your Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Grandmother.''
At first the Cat refused to believe it. He wanted not to believe it,
he wished not to believe it, but he had no choice.
Really. He had to believe it.

A stronger wave of nausea swept over the Cat.
He turned to say something, smiled, froze in place and promptly fell to the floor. Unconscious yet still sporting his famous long toothed smile.
"Well he's taking it better than I thought he would." said Rimmer.

"Actually it's Frankenstein's sister." Finished Lister. Which sounded
like a pun to a bad joke, but in the end would save quite a few lives.

"I couldn't actually go back in time and take Frankenstein herself."

"Why the hell not" said the Cat Who was already over his shock and was sitting up on the medi scan while Kryten examined him. Frankenstein's sister
sat purring in his lap.

"Because of causality and effect. If I were to remove The original Frankenstein from the store from where my past self originally purchased
him. My past self wouldn't have been able to buy Frankenstein, but would have been forced to purchase one of her siblings."

"Where as Lister would have saved quite probably that very kitten you have sitting in your lap miladdo." Rimmer intervened as he entered the medi bay,

" And you and your entire race would probably cease to exist.
Which, I might also add, would save us a whole smeg of a lot of trouble." Why didn't I suggest that in the first place thought Rimmer. Sure it would cause the immediate erasure from history of all of the Cat people, but save old Arnie Rimmer a difficult time or two.
When Arnold stopped pondering he realized that Kryten was talking
to him.

"That's very astute of you sir. I think your finally coming to grips with what we're dealing with." Said Kryten while putting a bandage around the Cat's slightly damaged head.

"The Cat looked around at those around him and his eyes set on Lister's,
or was he to start thinking of him as Cloister. Naw, that was just too weird to think about.

"There's only one thing I don't understand about any of this"

''What's that?"

"Everything."

"Look it's as plain as a bolivian pin up. You go back down and tell them you escaped and want to go through with the ceremony. While your party is
telling them what a great thing the Prince Returneth and God shows up. Well so to speak" Rimmer thought for a moment, "Well Lister anyway dressed in the religious artifacts we found down in the ships hold."

"You think that'll really work, with Slate and Ace the mean son of a bitch bastard with them?" Questioned the Cat.

"Sure" Lister said and smiled, "And if that doesn't work don't worry."

"Why's that?"

"Because we got our own ace in the hole."