Satire – Tomcat Tompkins – 120

“Yes, I see them, well we have the advantage for a few minutes at least, so let’s try and get in the house and see what we can find. Follow me, I think I know a quick way.” With that he bounded away towards a thicker part of the trees.

“Well, that didn’t take long, the Tomcat is back, after a lull normal service has resumed,” said Filly, giggling to herself as she struggled to keep up with Tompkins as he flew through the trees and headed for the garden shed. They peeked around the corner, trying not to get splinters in their faces, and saw the coast was clear. Tompkins sprinted to a door leading into the lower part of the house. He tried the handle. The door was locked, but the window next to it was open. He climbed in as Filly watched with concern from her safe vantage point. The door opened, and a smiling Tompkins beckoned her inside. She looked around and then ran to the welcoming arms of her husband.

“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?” she said.

“Yes, it’s nice to share these moments,” replied Tompkins, “what I think we should do is lock those blighters out and then suppress the people inside, divide and conquer if you like. I know this house well, so the front door is just up those stairs there,” and he pointed to the left, “we should make this quick as their hiding place is only 30 yards away and they might notice. Can you lock the side door there,” and pointed to the right, “and then help me check the windows?”

Filly gave him a thumbs-up sign and jogged away as Tompkins ran up the stairs and took a careful look around before racing to the front door. There were no keys, but there were three bolts and a chain, which were all engaged by the feather-light touch of Tompkins. He closed the blinds covering the panes of glass in the door. By the time he looked round, Filly had checked the windows and closed them where appropriate. When everything was secure, they crept up the stairs, but stopped when they heard voices.

“Which direction are the voices coming from?” whispered Filly.

Published by Julian Worker

Julian was born in Leicester, attended school in Yorkshire, and university in Liverpool. He has been to 94 countries and territories and intends to make the 100 when travel is easier. He writes travel books, murder / mysteries and absurd fiction. His sense of humour is distilled from The Marx Brothers, Monty Python, Fawlty Towers, and Midsomer Murders. His latest book is about a Buddhist cat who tries to help his squirrel friend fly further from a children's slide.

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