Wobbly Dog and Flat Kitty

May 22nd, 2006

Once upon a time there were two best friends, Wobbly Dog and Flat Kitty. Wobbly Dog was wobbly because he walked at an angle due to a calcium deficiency and therefore his balance was off. Flat Kitty was flat because Wobbly Dog had fell on him. Despite the initial frustrations, hospital appointments and arguements though the two had become the best of friends.

One day Flat Kitty was sitting in the garden on a lovely sunny day when Wobbly Dog wobbled through the garden gate and wobbled up the garden path, “Good morning,” shouted Flat Kitty. “Good morning to you too,” shouted Wobbly Dog who promptly wobbled into the dustbins. “Are you okay?” asked Flat Kitty. “I suppose so, but not I stink of wet vegetables and cheese,” shouted Wobbly Dog. Still with a spring in his step good old Wobbly Dog finally reached and sat down next to Flat Kitty.

“We should go on an adventure!” said Flat Kitty, “just the two of us, somewhere exciting!” Wobbly Dog checked his vision, “Sounds like a great idea to me. I bet there’s an exciting adventure hiding in the cellar. We should start there!” Flat Kitty flapped with amazement, in only a way a flat cat could, “Yes, off we go, you lead the way.” Wobbly Dog hurriedly stumbled in the direction of the kitchen with Flat Kitty in hot pursuit. Once there they managed to open the door, including two deadbolts and using a key, and stared into the eerie darkness. “It’s just like space,” said Wobbly Dog. “Looks more like night to me,” said Flat Kitty. Wobbly Dog gripped a torch in his mouth and said, “follow me,” before falling down the stairs. Flat Kitty followed the light excited as a panda on heat.

Bruised but not beaten yet, Wobbly Dog stood up and flashed the light across the various shelves and crap lurking in the cellar. The huge silouette of the lawnmower looked like a giant. “Is that a giant?” asked Flat Kitty. “No it’s a lawnmower,” said Wobbly Dog. Everywhere they looked was excitement and mystery, well, as much as there can be for a broken dog and a squished cat. How long do you reckon they were down there? Five minutes? Half an hour? Let me tell you, they were there five bloody hours. Do you think I have the patience let alone the time to write about five hours of them fumbling in the dark? Him knocking everything off the shelves. Her as thick as edam. The two of them may as well be lost in the Sahara, there’s about as much exciement there as there is for two stupid pets wandering around aimlessly in the dark!

When the adventure was over Wobbly Dog and Flat Kitty returned to the comfort of that lovely afternoon sunshine. “Wasn’t that a fantastic adventure?” asked Flat Kitty, “I think that’s the best one yet!” Wobbly Dog nodded in agreement, “Yes, definately the best. I can still feel the twinges of excitement in my bones. We should return there one day to recall teh excitement although preferably once someone has cleaned up all those broken plant pots…”

“…and hairballs,” said Flat Kitty, rudely interupting Wobbly Dog, not that he noticed the dumb shit. They both laughed in merriment. What a happy day!

The End

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