"Get the cheese!" The Ratfother shouted at his grunts. "Our ride's leaving in thirty!"
He hobbled down the hall as quickly as he could. The ride was sitting outside waiting for the gang to return from the heist. The large wedge of cheese soon passed by the Ratfother, carried by six grunts. They were soon out the door leaving the Ratfother alone in the house.
He dared not look back. Surely the cat was alert by now. Surely, he was even aware of the Ratfother himself hobbling down the hall. Surely. . . he was just playing with his mind. Enough the Ratfother thought.
He dropped his cane and turned around. There the cat was, walking smugly toward him. The sound of the wheels screeching outside indicated his ride had indeed left him. So, he put up his fists and prepared for his final fight.
"I'll give you the hairball of a lifetime. Come get it, Kitty."
And the cat pounced.
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