lazyoldsun
the only cat left in the world
The only cat left in the world did not originally plan things this way, but everything had gone so perfectly until then, so it figured that at some point something had to go terribly awry. It was the law of averages, or something. Whatever it was, the only cat left in the world had initially planned on being the leader of the last five cats left in the world. Five, the cat figured, was a perfect number, because when the cats voted on things, there would never be a tie. And if there had been six cats left, nothing ever would’ve gotten done. The only cat left in the world could not stand deadlock.
And so it happened that on the day, the day that the only cat left in the world was actually supposed to become the leader of the last five cats left in the world, there was the incident. There really was no way to know that there would be that many robots in the warehouse at the exact moment when —
Alas, the only cat left in the world thought, curling up on a sleeping manservant. The next phase would be more difficult without a posse, but the cat had not come this far to let all of its plans crumble. There would be time to regroup. After a nap.
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