Muezza really loved his new hat he obtained from campus security. Everyone wanted to take pictures of him and pose. He loved the hat, but kinda hates the attention of hearing “BAD BOYS BAD BOYS! WATCHA GONNA DOOO WATCHA GONNA DOOO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU”
….Then, in his head, it started looping.
“Are they implying I am bad? Is this why they make me dance instead of petting me anymore?” He thought really hard, and he is rather bright for a half-orange cat. However, attributing that to his coat color is problematic.
[Muezza is priceless, and Orange Dreamsicle ice cream bars are $6.99 for a 6 pack at Wegman’s.]
He also had no idea what a “tingalingalingalingalingalingaling”…even is, but it felt vaguely racist.
…Even if they correctly identified his color as “Mango” by singing it, first.
Calico was sitting on the roof looking rather soggy, but, thanks to being Manx and trained to dunk a basketball into an adorable hoop at halftime in basketball games, Muezza could really jump, if he wanted to.
So he did, but he found that the roof sucks. It’s hot, it’s tin. He has no idea how he sits up here.
Suddenly, Calico seemingly realizes you. They completely did not react to the jump, it was more of a slow, creepy, unblinking gaze.
“I thought you were a falling tree or something.” Calico stated, “Are you aware you are in breach of prior established cat-protocols?”
…well, fudge. this wasn’t going as planned. He thought really loudly to the point where even you can here it, as a reader.
Then, Calico’s eyes sharpened…
“What did I say about…HUMAN COLLERS!” And suddenly he pounced.
Made horrible noises, snapped the collar off, licked Muezza on the nose, and jumped off the roof. Wearing his hat. Running towards the campus security office.
“THEFT IS A SIN IN CAT ISLAM TOO!” yowled Muezza.
“Not if I purchased them first. You may retrieve them from my office if you can catch up to me:
The Chronicals of Alaraf 