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The ReX-Files By Tomato the Cat – Best Friends Investigative Reporter “Are you telling me that he wrote his name on the car window while he was being driven to Best Friends?” I asked my investigative assistant, Tammy the Greyhound. “There were three people in the car, Boss,” Tammy repeated, for the third time. “The dog was in the back. They were talking about what to call him. Then Paul, who was driving, said to the dog, ‘So, what shall we call you, buddy?’ A moment later, he looked in the rearview mirror, and the dog had written the word ‘REXY’ with his nose on the back window.”
“Other people saw the window later. Are you saying they made up the story?” “I’m saying that I don’t believe that it was his name that he was writing.” “I see,” sighed Tammy. “Consider the evidence,” I explained. “A dog is picked up as a stray. He’s taken to a ‘shelter,’ which promptly turns him over to a research laboratory. He spends six months in anesthesia research. Then they call Best Friends and he comes here. The dog is all blahed out from the anesthetics and can barely respond to anyone. So why would he summon all his resources simply to write his name on the window?”
“So you think he’s trying to send us a message,” said Tammy. “I believe this was a case of alien abduction,” I continued. “The dog was clearly abducted by humans. It’s obviously a case for the ReX-Files.” Tammy was not convinced. “Have you forgotten,” I continued, “that two weeks ago, 11 feral cats from a Boeing aircraft plant arrived secretly at the WildCats Village and disappeared quietly into the rafters? “Have you forgotten,” I added rhetorically, “that if you draw a draw a line from Area 51 to Best Friends, and then to Roswell, New Mexico, and then back to Area 51, it forms a triangle? We need to interrogate him.” “Nobody’s going to be interviewing him for the next while, Boss,” Tammy interrupted. “Rexy freezes when anyone talks to him and he’s not even fully aware of his surroundings yet.” “I still say we have to figure out what he’s trying to tell us,” I insisted. “What do you think?” “I think,” Tammy yawned, “that sometimes when a dog writes his name on the window, he’s just writing his name on the window.” |