Raven diary #42 Bumbercat pt 3: Yowl On

Dear diary,

Raven here.

Alright felines. It’s time. I have to tell you how it all ends.

When we drive up to the Poker Cat gambling parlor in ATMLB’s stupidly fancy jeep called the Cool Cat Car, we all notice a sign posted on the front entrance. We get out of the jeep, and we can clearly see the words posted on the main door.

ALL FELINES KEEP OUT. HIGH STAKES MATCH IN PROGRESS.

OCHI.

“See,” says Gordon. “I told you. That cat won’t miss an opportunity for a Poker match.”

“He takes those things seriously too,” I meow. “What do we do?”

“Well,” says Honeytoast. “The way I see it, the only way to get Ochi out of there is to break his rule and just knock on the door.”

And that’s what we do. Our paws slam on the door, leaving dents in the door large enough to bring it down.

“OPEN UP OCHI!!!!!!!!!” yowls the whole band.

“We have a show to play!” yowls Gordon. “You can’t stay in there forever!!!!!!”

We hear Ochi hiss on the other side.

“Just give up on that Poker match, man!” I yowl. “Bumbercat needs you.”

“Could you at least let us finish our game here?!?” Ochi yowls. “I promise we’ll go to Bumbercat and play our shows right on time. Now Bobby, I’ll bet $100 that you…”

I don’t hear the rest because I am shocked to hear the name Bobby at a Poker match. I look and see that all my frenemies (that includes the three ATMLB members) are also shocked.

“Bobby Corcato?” John yowls. “As in, lead vocalist of The Mouse Eaters?”

“Yep,” says a fat brown and white cat opening the door. “Y’all thought I despised Poker, didn’t you?”

Ochi follows Bobby out the door.

“Dudes,” purrs Gordon. “The Mouse Eaters are like, known for hating Poker. Your hit song is literally called I Hate Poker!!!!!!!!!”

“And ATMLB,” John mutters under his breath. “We’ve had a beef since the beginning.”

“We can explain,” meows Ochi. “But can we finish our game first? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?????????????????????????????????????????”

“Pretty pleeeeese with catnip on top?” Bobby yowls.

“Come on guys,” I growl. “I want in on this match. Let’s end this once and for all. DEAL ME IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“That’s the spirit!” yowls Bobby, and we head inside.

When I start playing, I find that it actually is fun playing Poker with my buddies. I don’t know any of what I’m doing, but somehow, by some feline miracle, I slam the chips on the table in triumph.

“MEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I yowl. “I win!!!!!! Now let’s head to Bumbercat!”

When we finally get to Bumbercat, it’s just in time for The Mouse Eaters to take the stage.

“Get up there and rock!” I tell Bobby. “Yowl on.”

Bobby laughs, because as all you feline metalheads should know, Yowl On is a Mouse Eaters song.

“We’ll skip this one out to prepare for our show,” says David as Bobby Corcato adjusts his mic. “Have fun, Raven. And thanks again.”

And I do have fun! Once my 6 frenemies leave I hear the iconic pounding riff of Mr. Canine and the crowd goes berserk. It’s so loud, I love it. Everyone’s up on their paws singing and furbanging along. It feels so good to finally see one of the greatest metal bands ever in concert. They even play a few covers of bands like Catalica, Cathoney and even Cat Sabbath.

As for ATMLB, they are NOT as good, but they’re better than I thought. All and all, it’s probably the best Bumbercat EVER! MROWWW!!!!!!!!

THE END…