Dear diary,
Raven here.
Cats and kittens! I have some exciting news! Bumbercat is back! It’ll be today and tomorrow right in Cat Hair Square and Lollipop, Honeytoast and I are all going. My favorite metal band The Mouse Eaters are one of the headliners tonight. I can’t wait! Problem is, Lolli and Honeytoast aren’t exactly heavy metal fans. I convinced them to go as long as I would go see A Thousand More Litter Boxes (ATMLB for short) with them right before The Mouse Eaters. I agreed to see them even though I personally hate everything about ATMLB and their stupid, cheesy 80s love songs. But for some reason, Lolli and Honeytoast go cat crazy for them. Anyway. Enough about bands, I gotta head off to Bumbercat.
When I arrive in Cat Hair Square, I am hit by a barrage of noise. I look around and see crowds of cats moshing and putting up cat versions of human rock signs. Before I can take it in any more, I hear Lolli and a few other cats calling my name.
“Raven! Over here!” I hear Lolli yowl over the noise of heavy rock music. “Over here! We have an emergency!”
“Be right there!” I yowl.
When I get over there, my fur stands on end. Standing next to Lollipop and Honeytoast are three of the members of ATMLB, Lead singer Gordon Catersmith, guitarist and synthesist John (Cat Poop) Kittenheimer and my least favorite of the three, drummer David Catless (better known as Davie Yarnball. Don’t ask me why.)
I arch my back and growl at anger. But before I can fume at my frenemies for leading me here, Lolli whispers in my ear.
“Just act like a huge fan okay,” he meows.
I nod.,
“Raven,” David yowls as I flatten my fur. “Our bassist, Ochi (O chee) Fernando went missing and we can’t play without him.”
“Lolli and Honeytoast told us you three are amazing detectives and you’d be willing to help us,” purrs Gordon.
It takes all my feline strength to hold back a growl. Of all the band members, Ochi’s the worst. His bass playing is always SO off tune, which is this whole reason I hate ATMLB in the first place.
Deep breaths i remind myself. You will find Ochi, go to the show and it will all be fine.
“C’mon Raven,” encourages Honeytoast. “Do it for the band! For the fans! For us, your dearest frenemies!”
“Of course!” I meow. “Where was Ochi when you last saw him.”
John pipes up. “We were hanging out and having a few shots of catnip backstage when Ochi told us he could not play today. We tried to convince him that we would only do at most ten songs, but he was not having it.”
“He said he was very sorry, but he had an important date,” Gordon chimed in. “That’s all we got out of him before he hightailed it out of here.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
Dudes. Ochi here. I’m sorry I messed up and didn’t make it to ATMLB tonight. I just got so hungry, and distracted, and then I fell asleep under the neighbor’s porch. (I mean, can you blame me? Just hearing the name of “The Mouse Eaters” makes my mouth water.) I need to sleep for like another 13 hours, so maybe catch up with you all mañana. Peace out!
Fun and I laughed out loud. Thank you!
This is amazing and I can’t wait to find out what happens next! Your stories are so much fun to read and often arrive right when they are needed. Thanks for the adventures! Please keep them coming.