Colonel Seen in Cosmic Campaign Conspiracy -- Page Three
“Very wise, my dear,” murmured Professor Barkalot to Tammy, his mellifluous Transylvanian tones wafting through the air. “Now, answer me this: How many feral cats are living at your WildCats Village.”
“About three hundred,” I said.
“And how many feral cats are there in the whole world?”
I did a quick count in my head. “Millions. Maybe billions.”
“And in the whole galaxy?” continued the Professor.
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Could the Colonel be planning a WildCats Village for all the feral cats in the entire galaxy?! |
“I . . . What? You mean . . ?” I spluttered again, as the true picture now began to dawn on me. “Are you suggesting that The Colonel is planning a WildCats Village for all the feral cats in the entire galaxy?!”
“More like a WildCats City, by the sound of it,” suggested Tammy.
“Great Dog!” I squealed, “They must be the descendents of the original feral cats who came to colonize the Earth. You mean they’re still out there? And with no spay/neuter clinic? When I break this story, Mrs. Pulitzer will be begging to give me one of her prizes.”
“This would also explain why one of The Colonel’s campaign chiefs is named Saturn,” Tammy pointed out. “No wonder he has white rings around his chin.”
“And his other chief is Daiquiri,” I added.
“Daiquiri isn’t a planet, Boss. It’s a cocktail.”
“Whatever,” I replied. “But why would The Colonel and his Gang be building so far away in the constellation of Scorpio?”
“Yes, indeed,” nodded Professor Barkalot, getting up and shaking the dew off his fur as Scorpio dipped below the western horizon and dawn began to break over the canyon. “The Colonel, he is very ambitious, yes?”
We both nodded.
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"Can you think of an animal that is perhaps missing from the Zodiac?” |
“Then, please to consider this: There are constellations in the sky for the goat, the ram, the lion, two dogs, the snake, the fish, the rabbit, the crab, two bears, several humans, and so many more. Can you think of an animal that is perhaps missing?”
The Professor was already beginning to fade into the morning light. “So many animals in the sky, my friends. But not one cat!”
. . . And with that, he was gone.