A Cat and Fish Story. (standard:action, 1657 words)
Author: Oscar A Rat	Added: Jul 26 2020	Views/Reads: 1431/1016	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Loving a strict routine, Blubber Blubinsky, at first resented sharing his space with a nasty kitten.

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“I don't have a name.” the cat shook its head. “Nobody ever gave me any.
 All they say is ‘there are the cats' and stuff like that.  I heard you 
have to have a human give you one.  And I guess I live here now.  I 
miss my sister, though.  She's back at the store.” 

“You don't want to eat me, do you?” 

“Not particularly.  You're not a tuna are you?  I like tuna.” 

“Na, tuna's are big.  Big enough to kick your butt.  My mama said never
to mess with a tuna.” 

“Ha.  No tuna can kick my butt.  ‘Sides, the can ain't all that big.” 

“Just try it.  I hear those tunas are mean.” 

“How's the human?  Is she mean?” 

“Na. I got her trained.  She won't hurt you.  Boy, I had a hard time
training that human.  You should have seen her when I got her.” 

Blubber told the cat about his problems in training Amy.  All about
having to slap her around when she didn't feed him, and having to show 
her how to clean his tank -- and all that stuff. 

When Amy came back with cat food in a bowl, she named the cat “Trouble”
because of all the trouble he had given her when she brought him home.  
Not to mention all the trouble she had with her mother.  She hadn't 
asked first, and her mother was angry. 

Trouble and Blubber got along.  When Amy caught the cat drinking out of
Blubber's tank, she spanked him.  After awhile, seeing that the cat 
wasn't trying to eat Blubber, only getting a drink, Amy left them 
alone. 

Blubber now had someone to talk to and his life wasn't as boring. 
Trouble would sit or lie up by the tank, with Blubber on the other side 
of the glass, and they'd talk for hours.  They even slept together, one 
on each side of the glass. 

The only problem between them was that Blubber couldn't see very much
from the room's lone window.  Although it looked out onto a 
well-traveled street, with a lot of activity, all Blubber could see was 
the side of another building.  The fish hadn't even known what else was 
out there until his friend, Trouble, told him.  The cat would sit on 
the window sill and tell Blubber about all that was going on outside. 

“I wish I could see it, too,” Blubber blubbed. “It must be fun.  I
already know what's in this room, and Amy does the same thing all the 
time, just sits and reads and watches television.” 

“I can do tricks for you.”  Trouble jumped up and did a double flip
flop, more a single flop since he landed on his head.  Blubber blubbed 
a bubble kind of giggle, but it wasn't the same thing as action on the 
street. 

Maybe we could get some help and move that table over by the window?”
Trouble thought out loud. “That way you could see out?” 

“Fat chance.  You're too small and I can't help at all.” 

Well, as it happened, fortune smiled at them.  There was a mouse family
hidden in the woodwork.  They had moved in only a few days before and 
wanted to make friends with all the pets in the house.  One of them, 
named Plumpy, happened to hear the two friends talking.  Well, since he 
wasn't looking at Blubber, he couldn't read the bubbles.  But he heard 
Trouble talking. 

“Uh, excuse me, uh,” he whispered loudly from a safe spot under a closed
closet door. “Uh, you need any help?  My family can help.” 

The two friends looked down at the shadow under the door and couldn't
see anything. 

“Who dat?” said Trouble. 

“Who dat say who dat?”  from Plumpy. 

“Who dat say who dat say who dat?” 

“Who dat say who dat say who dat say who dat? 

“Who dat say who dat say who dat say who dat say whodit?” 

“Got'cha!”  said Plumpy, laughing his squeaky chortle. 

So all the meeses, including  Plumpy and his brothers: Plumpy Jr, Plumpy
III, Silky, Star, Pee Wee, Creamsicle (aka Minsky Mouse), Klaus, and of 
course Mickey, tried to move the heavy table.  They even managed to get 
help from the girl mice:  Sweetie, Sweetie Jr, Rosie, Tiger, 
Strawberry, Ziggy, Inky, and Lotus.  They, along with Trouble the cat 
could wiggle the table.  They could shake it, but it just wouldn't 
move.  Even when Blubber tried to push from his side of the tank. 

Smarter Mickey had an idea.  There were two yardsticks standing in a
corner of the room.  A rather intelligent little critter, he remembered 
hearing of the term, “Mechanical Advantage.”  That and the theory of 
the “Lever.”  Micky had the others get those yardsticks. 

Pushing a pair of shoes against the two closest table legs, they propped
the sticks up at an angle.  With Trouble jumping on the far end of one, 
and the plumpest mice on the other stick, along with everyone else 
helping to push, the table moved.  Not only jerked into movement, but 
slammed into the window sill, splashing water from the tank onto all of 
them. 

The wet mice and cat cheered, while Blubber enjoyed his first sight of
the outside.  He had come there in a closed box of water.  Now he could 
see cars and people.  He saw buses, he saw dogs and cats walking 
around, he saw ... he saw ... everything, the whole darn world was out 
there. 

Blubber was the happiest fish in the whole wide world.  Now Trouble and
him could sit and talk while looking at all that stuff.  Often, when 
Amy was gone, the mice would bring over lemonade and they'd all watch 
together.  And Amy didn't even notice the table was moved.  She was too 
busy thinking of that cute boy in school. 

Oscar Rat


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