Chapter 34.

The Cat drifted into another dream: It was light outside, which meant it was morning. Time for the Girl/the blond woman to get up and feed him. Squirming out from under the comforter, he leaned over her face and licked her eyebrows. But he couldn’t lick very well. His tongue was dry.

The Cat opened his eyes, and the dream melted. He was lying on a table among potted plants. Overhead, purplish-white lights glared through the foliage.

The Cat rose to his feet and started to stretch, but he was stopped short by his shoulder. It felt big and stiff, and it throbbed. He still couldn’t reach back there to lick it. But he was so thirsty, he couldn’t lick anything, anyway.

Across the room, the window darkened, and rain beat against the dirty glass. Rain water ran down the window in sheets—outside the cellar.

But the Cat seemed to remember water down on the floor. Ignoring his sore shoulder, he dropped from the table. Yes, the watering can. Climbing clumsily on top of the plastic can, he stretched his right paw down toward the water. It came up dry.

Water glinted at the bottom of the watering can, teasing him. He stretched his other paw down. With his left shoulder swollen, that paw couldn’t even reach as far as the first one.

Rising on his hind legs, the Cat threw himself into the watering can, squirming downward. His flailing weight tipped the can over, and he fell sideways, wedged in the top of the can with one forepaw in and one out.

Pain shot through the Cat from his sore shoulder, and he gave a forlorn cry. But then he felt moisture on his ear and whiskers. The water had rearranged itself. By turning his head, he could lap all he wanted. Praise to Thee, Great Cat!

 

 

 

 

There’s no need to fear. Underdog is here.

Animated TV series, Underdog