When we left off yesterday, Mama Cat’s Catlympic tryout had been interrupted by Beatrice and Mama Cat had decided not to continue. Beatrice started trying out instead. The Brothers and I watched attentively as Beatrice took her mark in front of My Outdoor Domain.
Beatrice started off strong. She lunged forward and made a grab for the bird with a move she called “The Power Paw”.
After the Power Paw, Beatrice moved into some bipedal work. It was good, but not quite as graceful as Mama Cat’s had been moments earlier.
Right in the middle of Beatrice’s bipedal work we heard Mama Cat let out an earsplitting yell of “FLYING SQUIRREL!” Beatrice, The Brothers and I all quickly looked around. We wanted to find the crunchy little flying squirrel that Mama Cat was yelling about.
As we were looking for the squirrel we heard a thump and turned to see Mama Cat lying flat on her stomach on the ground. She said, “Did you see it!? Did you see my signature move!?” Before I could answer, I heard another voice say, “Hey guys! What’s going on over here?” I looked over to see Cookie sitting on a brick by the cement wall.
I told Cookie that we were attempting to hold Catlympic tryouts. I was a bit exasperated by how the morning had gone so far, and I said, a little rudely I’m ashamed to say, “I suppose you want to try out too?” Cookie first looked excited, then looked scared, then looked somewhat panicked. She jumped up on the cement wall, ran to a nearby fence post and began scratching it furiously.
I was becoming more bewildered by the moment when suddenly I heard Beatrice let out a victory yowl. I turned to see that she had captured the artificial bird and she was trying to put on her best kill face.
While I was looking at Beatrice I heard Mama Cat yell, “FLYING SQUIRREL!” again. I could also still hear the sound of Cookie clawing madly at the fence post. Then, just above the din, I heard a small voice say, “Hey guys! What’s happening?” Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction from which the voice had come. Well, everyone except Brother Henry who was busy listening to what he believed was the sound of food being poured into a bowl inside the house.
The new voice belonged to yet another Limbo kitty. It was Thomas, and the ruckus in our yard had drawn him across the alleyway to investigate.
Thomas asked what we were doing and I told him about the Catlympic trials we were attempting to have. As soon as the words were out of My mouth I knew what I was going to hear next. And I was right. Thomas got all excited and said, “Catlympics! Can I try out too!?” I sighed, feeling like this morning might never end.
So Sayeth Otis
Tomorrow- The Tryouts Part III: The Trials of Thomas