Toe Bean Tommy and the Mean Rat
I don't think they knew - but Marbug is still a thing.
A virulent virus enough to vivisect an economy, or kill a king.
I was filled in (on that matter) moments after the discharge of afterbirth,
told that I was the
last whiskered guard of a shattering Earth.
like... that's a lot to just dump on a kitty whose mum is still licking the gunk from his fur.
it took ten tests 'til I was totally trained and proclaimed to be ready,
at long last, I could hunt for the beast I've been secretly dreading.
I was sneaky and slow,
frequently checking the trail of cheese that would lead to Rodentian nose,
or, at very least, a castle and moat,
where a gate (made aware of a wary approach), would defensibly close.
I wiggled my toes. I had set a blockade on my first day!
but a siege could take weeks - the fire would fade, and then turn grey.
I shoulda gave chase through the dangers of fibreglass.
through wires and trash, or fly gut byways where spidermen pass.
a silly mistake... but hey! I did good and it's time to relax.
mad-dogged the sun 'til it locks spot for a nine hour nap.
... three years later, I woke up with the same goal.
fifty-eight kills, three missed and the fame's old.
shame. cold. two months ago when my mum got bit.
sick after six weeks, then dead in ten days and left in a roadside ditch.
rabie's a bitch. I guess I got lazy and angry at life.
I wasn't just hunting them... I was trapping then torturing mice.
but short story shorter, I bordered on crazy for maybe a year,
'til we fostered a kitten, who insisted she could play with my ears,
she would tickle my nose with her tongue while I basically sneered,
when she wanted to know if I'd help with her hunt, I was blatantly clear:
there's small mice, a quick catch, and worse things, like mean rats,
and bad acts stacked behind a cat's mask that you haven't seen past.
so listen close, little queen. I couldn't dream of letting you hunt to get hurt.
and if you even SEE a mouse, you get out and run to
me first...
I've seen worse...
(I still killed the occasional mouse - like, sometimes they slipped through the walls, and into the house.)
thought it a scratch 'til I started to foam.
damn. did I teach her enough?... all that I know.
she'll be the knight of the home.
I don't want to die on my own...