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TITLE: Help, I've Been Catnapped By A Sofa Bed | Previous Challenge Entry
By Lynda Schultz
02/20/06
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Hmmmm. This looks interesting. I think I’ll just check it out.

Reilly sauntered into the guest room, stopped, stretched and paused to look around.

Catchalls are gone. Usually means the company is also gone. Not a minute too soon as far as I’m concerned. They were extremely rude. The doors are to stay OPEN.

One leap took him up on top of the bed. He sniffed around a bit. No sheets. That confirmed his suspicion that the unwelcome humans were elsewhere. At the same time, it left Reilly without a place to “nest”. He was feeling the need for a nap. Having guests was so-o-o-o tiring.

Back down to the floor. Another sniff or two and a twitch of the tail.

What to do. I wonder what’s under there? Oh, cool, a nice dark space. Just a small step—oof. I’m in. It’s kinda like a catacomb, but …

Reilly’s conversation with the only other intelligent being of his acquaintance, was interrupted by voices from the doorway.

“Bevin, can you help me with the sofa bed? I need to do the floors and the bathroom yet.”

“Sure, honey. Here, you stand back and I’ll fold it up.”

There was a grunt, a thump, a me-ouch and the bed was neatly back to just being a sofa.

"All set, Janie, I’ll do the bathroom if you like.”

“Thank you. That will give me time to finish washing the sheets and towels. Could you cope with the litter box, too? And speaking of the litter box, have you seen Reilly?”

“Yes, to looking after the box and, no, to having seen Reilly.”

Quit with the catalogue of daily events. I’m right here, people. Are you deaf?

Bevin was—deaf, that is. The batteries in his earpiece were constantly giving him trouble. At least, that was a more acceptable explanation as to why Reilly’s cry of protest as the sofa bed closed on him, did not bring immediate rectification of a totally unacceptable bit of abuse.

Hello?

Some said that Reilly’s meow was wimpy at the best of times. Through several layers of foam and steel, it was less than wimpy. It was basically nonexistent.

Is someone out there? I could use a little help here. Hello?

Reilly couldn’t move, squished between the back of the sofa and the wire and foam of the bed.

This is not good. Hello? I am trying to be patient here, but I am feeling a little stressed. Now would be a good time to look for me. Hello?

Hours passed.

Okay, just a little bit this way. Ouch! Backwards, maybe? Owww, that smarts! Up? Nope, that won’t work. I think I’m having an attack of catalepsy. He-e-e-l-l-l-p!

“Bevin, did you hear anything? I almost thought I heard Reilly, but it seemed so far away.”

“Must have been some other cat.”

“Maybe we should go and look for him?”

“Have you checked the apartment, all his usual haunts?”

“Yes, but I can’t find him anywhere.”

You’re not catching on at all, are you? I’m right here. Oooof, in fact you just SAT on me! Get o-o-o-f-f-f-f.

“Don’t worry Janie. Maybe he slipped out when Phil and Deene left. I’ll go and check the hallway and the stairs.”

Don’t bother looking in the corridor. If you were any closer, I could bite your behind. Listen to the catcall. H-E-E-E-L-L-P.

Silence. Too late. They were already gone on their fruitless task of discovering the whereabouts of Reilly.

Stupid humans. As usual they are totally incapable, as useful as a vegetarian diet to a carnivore. If I am going to solve this catch-22, I’ll have to do it myself—after my nap.

More hours past. Janie and Bevin checked the building and even went so far as to canvass the neighbours. No one had seen the black and gray stripped cat. A day passed, and then another.

Enough of this. I am absolutely catastrophically hungry and I think I now have a checkerboard imprinted on me in place of my stripes. One more push and …

“Bevin, look!”

“Well, if that doesn’t beat all. The sure looks like Reilly’s tail sticking out of there.”

Reilly staggered out trying to maintain his dignity on four very shaky legs, as the sofa turned back into a bed.

“Oh, Bevin, is he okay? He looks so thin.”

Silly humans. Don’t they know that this is THE look for the season. I hope someone cleaned out the litter box.I gotta go.

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