Average Night
Note, this story contains some strong language, and no sex. You may now read it.
The room was dark, exept for the many monitors that were on, all displaying something different. From NES games paused, to Tweetdeck, they all had something different on them. There was a large chair which was surrounded by these many monitors, but it was empty. However, on the floor a few feet away sat a hunched figure, with many tails, one holding a flashlight and another trying to find a small screwdriver somewhere, the tails' owner was cursing to himself, digging around cables with his paws.
"Damn it, I swear, HP creates the worst sort of cable messes before they... no way! They HOT GLUED THIS IN?" He roared, threw the flashlight into the corner of the room where it fizzled out, and slammed the cover back on the ridiculously old computer he was trying to mess with. This is Catso, hard at work on trying to get yet another computer for his multitasking needs. This computer was initially promising, despite having Windows 2000 on it (he shudders at the notion) it ran fairly well. First, he tried to upgrade the RAM, but it was the old DDR 266, which he had none of and was too expensive. Then, he decided to replace the OS with something, although many options were cut due to a lack of RAM, but before he tried anything, he booted it into Windows again. Then he discovered that it had stopped reading the nVidia MX 400 in the PCI-E slot.
"Fantastic." Now he had just finished trying to figure out why the slot stopped working, but the cable mess was just ridiculous, and half the plugs were literally hot glued in. Fustraited, Catso decided he needed some fresh air, so he put on his hat and overshirt, and went out. This wasn't the best idea he ever had. He began wandering around town on foot at night, which he often did. This time, he walked into a fairly unpleasent surprise.
"Your money or your life!"
"I have money?" He was thusly knocked unconsious and dragged off to a getaway van for ransoming. Some hours later, Catso woke up with a headache and ropes around him, binding him to a chair, as a beefy looking rodent was writing a ransom letter slowly. He turned around, and grinned.
"So, you're awake are ya? Good, me handwriting ain't too good these days, hows about you write this for me?" Catso stared at him, wondering how he got captured by a total idiot, but he held is opinions to himself for the moment, as it is rather hard to dodge nine millimeter rounds from that nasty looking device the crook held in his hand whilst tied up. Then again, so was...
"Writing a ransom letter? Uh, I'm tied up, how can I do that?"
The crook thought about it, and he replied "Well, hows about I free your righting paw and arm, and holds up this gun while yous writes this?"
Catso considered it, and replied "That's completely reasonable."
Taken aback, the crook said "Well, yous are pretty cooperative, seeing that I've cat-naped you and all."
"Eh," Catso replied, "No need to panic over such things, life's life." So, of course, the instant the crook let his arm free, Catso had swung said arm knocking the weapon from the crook's hand, and thrown himself chair and all into him knocking him out.
"And life can be a bitch," Catso snarled at the limp form of his captor. Using his long claws, he managed to free himself from the chair proper. After taking apart the crook's gun, throwing the bullets everywhere, and tying up the crook to the same chair he was stuck on, he jumped out of the crooks window, only to land rolling on top of a building where two of his cronies stood gaurd. They both had knives out in a flash, and made their way towards Catso.
This was their first and last mistake. Not a minute later, Catso was already making his way off the building to get his bearings and head home for something to eat, and the goons were out cold and slashed up.
Moral of the story? I'm fucking hungry.
-Catso