Felix Finds Himself In The Pound!

 Before Felix knew what was happening that fireman had set up a ladder and was climbing up the tree to rescue him. No! He didn't want rescued from the tree. He needed rescued from that lady that was grabbing at his tail! In merely seconds Felix's life flashed before his eyes. He knew life as he knew it would no longer exist if he didn't think fast. Clang! No! He was in a crate! His people were never in a crate! This was unheard of! He had been living the easy life for so long he couldn't think fast like his ancestors that lived on the street or farm. He was strong. He could figure it out. He just needed a minute! No! He was being put in a cell! He knew his rights. He needed to make a phone call. He was going to call Mr. Whiskers. The head man of the Historical Society of Felines.

Mr. Whisker's phone rang and rang. He wasn't answering his phone! This was the worst place ever! And the food! He wouldn't even consider eating it. It was dry! He was used to the top shelf canned food his lady human always served. He had a condition that deserved the best; the very best. Sometimes he even got tuna fish or a bit of sardines if he snuggled and purred.

 At times he had to remind her that it was dinner time, but he always got his way. Especially with the lady's husband. He was a soft touch. 

Finally the pound boss came to his crate and said, "Okay, Fussbudget, you have a phone call. I'm putting you on a leash and taking you to the office. Don't even try your luck at running away." Felix knew he'd better mind his p's and q's and do as he was told. He needed to talk to Mr. Whiskers in the worst way. He would bail him out of this situation. He just knew he would.

Finally he heard Mr. Whisker's voice. "I understand that once again you have gotten yourself into trouble. This time the cops and the firemen were involved, Felix. I'm afraid this is going to cost a pretty penny to get you out of there. Actually, I think it would be a good idea for you to stay overnight. I'll get in touch with your humans tomorrow and tell them what the fine is going to be if I have time. I have other responsibilities, you know."

 "Oh by the way, I found a leaf on your family tree. You have a several times great grandfather whose human was listed on the census book by the name of Marlee Ada over a hundred years ago. The book says that his occupation was Mouser. That's exactly what you will be if you don't change your ways. I've heard that Marlee Ada's stepmother was a mail order bride. The information I have received is that she was allergic to cats and wouldn't let your great grandfather in the house. She had a dog that slept with her to keep her warm, though. 

 Sounds like this tendency of bending the rules and having humans that are allergic to cats just might run in the family. Okay then I have to go take care of business. I'll see what I can do in the morning."

"What?! Wait! I can't stay here tonight. I have to go home to my cozy bed in my human's bedroom. Not in this cold and drafty place. There must by 50 dogs and at least that many cats in here. It's so noisy in here I can't even think. You have to help me!" Felix realized that he was talking to himself. Mr. Whiskers had hung up.

In the wee hours of the morning Felix woke up screaming like a human. He was dreaming about that mean old woman that Mr. Felix was telling about. She was staring at him in the mirror. That surely couldn't be related to his human. He was signing up for a D.N.A. test if he ever got out of here!