A Chase

During tougher times, a snug cozy nap is something dearer than gold or diamonds. This is exactly how Mr Whiskers felt. He was the knackered old feline in the village. He was under lot of pressure from his human masters. The reason for their change in attitude towards him was a bloody rat. This adament rat was notoriously elusive & incredibly brave. There was a time when there was no rat menace & Mr Whiskers always recieved the royal treatment. He would gorge on the milk & meat fed to him everyday & would then lounge on his favourite cushion for his midday siesta.

Things had changed rather drastically with this new menace creeping in. At first the rat would go up the roof and make running & scratching noises all night disturbing everyone. Things came to a boiling point when the whippersnapper was involved in a variety of nefarious activities like making holes in rice gunny sacks, tearing off footwear rendering them unusable & eating the banana & arecaunut bunches got fresh from the plantations. He didnt spare spices or coffee either. Mr Whisker's inability was taken seriously as inaction & this could cost him his job, living & luxury. He had to do something & please his masters. He decided to set a trap to defeat the bandit. There was only one point of entry into the house through which the rat could come in. It was a PVC pipe that fed the sewers. When inside, that was the only way out. Mr Whiskers decided to ambush the rat right there.

Mr Whiskers began waiting for hours near the end of the pipe that night, the rat didnt turn up. As the wait grew longer, his patience began to ebb. And suddenly he heard a loud snap. He sprinted towards the source of the commotion & witnessed the rat finally. Trapped in a mousetrap, the rat's head had been crushed & his brains smashed to smithereens. It was a bandicoot and was almost as big as him. This time the mousetrap had beaten him. He hoped his master's wouldnt replace him with the mousetrap. To his luck, his masters were so pleased that they still kept him in their villa and he could yet again live a life of luxury in the village. However after a few days, there were strange noises again in the night. Drat!!! another rat... !!! Good luck Mr Whiskers.