Kitty Roosevelt

As American President, this cat ruled the U.S.A. in the early 1900’s when the industrial revolution was booming and the west was wild and free.

Originally based in New York he moved to the American West after the loss of his mother and wife on Valentines day. There he healed and spent much of his time stalking prairie dogs, riding buffalo, and fashioning lassos out of balls of yarn.

Even though Kitty dealt with sadness he was a fearless cat. He moved back east where he became commissioner of New York, and began working undercover. He spent nights pouncing on unsuspecting rats in allies, train stations, and among the many trash cans lined streets. He walked the line between the feral and the sophisicats. Although Kitty was a tough guy, he was also a bit of a fashionista and soon became known for his trademark Pince New Glasses, dapper suits, and manly mustache.

He soon took over the White House, where his many kittens decorated it with custom made climbing trees. He possessed personality, brains, brawn, and an indomitable spirit with which he ran America from 1901-1909. His face is now memorialized on Mount Rushmore in the wilds of South Dakota where he once herded buffalo and lived wild and free.

"A Letter to Josephine" By Napoleon Boneaparte

Marmirolo, July 17, 1796

To my love,

I cannot bear another day without you. Since my departure, I have been consumed with sadness and woe. My eyes are droopier and my ears hang lower with each passing hour.

Continuously I live over in my memory your funky scent, your not so soft fur, your high pitched squeak. The charms of the indestructible, chewy Josephine comfort me while trotting through dust and dirt. When I have conquered the world I shall spend all of my time with you, having only to squeeze you and carry you all around.

I would send you a horse for transport, but the thought of you falling into the the mud and arriving soggy only makes me sad. 

Ah! I cannot bear to sleep without you under my paw. It is not in my unimaginable power to have a single thought which is not of thee. Insanity has arisen and it must be stopped. 

I am naught but a dog without his toy.

All my love,

Napoleon

The Discovery of King Tutankhmeow

It was lonely living as a mummy under the great dusty pyramid. For thousands of years, Tut was tormented by a band of absurd rats that loved to play ridiculous games with him. Fashioning gold collars from chains and dresses from dried flowers they would reenact the stories painted on the peeling walls of his tomb. They would lift the top of his stone sarcophagus, force open the lid of his golden coffin, and laugh at his inability to move his limbs. Using strips of discarded fabric they would wrap themselves up like mummies and fumble around with their little arms outstretched making obnoxious groaning sounds. Although they were annoying, at times he did find humor in their outrageous antics.

One day in 1922 all the rats hid in fright. Some jumped into the pots of scented oils, others curled up among the gems and jewels, and a few that were bold enough posed as statues among the gold and ebony trophies. Just then Tut saw a thin light appear through one of the tomb’s entrances. Explorers with long thin noses and big brown hats slowly peeped their nostrils in to sniff at the abundance of gold and jewels surrounding his encasement. These out-of-place aardvarks started to methodically investigate all the items from the four chambers of his tomb. Finally, they found his coffin and removed the lid. 

For the first time in years, he saw the full light of the sun bounce off the hieroglyphics decorating the walls. There he read the wall drawings and was reacquainted with his life and his death.

Excerpt from "Dog Quixote" from Migrowl de Cervantes

Bored and locked inside, Dog dreamt of his sunlight dappled backyard. Staring at the light dancing through the windows he started to daydream to distract himself from the humdrum day. After a few minutes, a soft and slow rumble bubbled to the surface and erupted into a growl. Losing control he jumped on his sleeping friend, Sancho, who awoke in a tornado of barks, all his hair standing up on end like a porcupine. With wild eyes, Dog insisted there were giant squirrels just around the corner. They needed to launch their attack before the rodents conquered their domain.  

Sancho tried to shake off his irritation at being scared awake and followed Dog softly around the corner. There were seven chairs guarding a table draped in cloth. In the middle of the table a centerpiece filled with ball-shaped fruit.

Dog turned to his friend. "It appears that sixty to seventy gigantic squirrels are hiding our tennis balls, whom I mean to attack."

"What squirrels?" Sancho asked dryly.

‘‘Those that thou seest there with big saucer eyes, glorious white fangs, and some whose tails are almost two leagues long.’"

"You’re insane," grumbled Sancho. "Those are not squirrels, but chairs; and those which seem to be tails, are the seat backs."

Scoffing, Dog jumped in a spastic burst of energy toward one chair. He roared with the fury of a thousand samurai warriors, "Climb not, ye cowards and vile creatures of the trees! For it is only one warrior that assaults you."

The unsuspecting chair toppled over from Dog's attempted leap, and the rest of the seats followed it's leader's path down, like a line of dominos. 

Dog backed up and hunkered down. Raising his back hair for dramatic purposes he positioned himself for the devastating leap. Targeting the stolen booty he charged. Leaping with all his might up toward the table and above the pile of seats, he almost cleared the jump until his toenail caught the lace of the tablecloth. With a fall that seemed to take forever all the contents on the table came toppling down along with his great grey shaggy body onto the carpeted floor.  

Sancho slowly approached his friend, tangled in the carnage of chairs, satin-lined cloth, and fake fruit.  Rising up from the great battle, Dog paused to take in his surroundings. The room was heavy with the air of victory. Then suddenly, like the low mocking laugh of a feline, they heard the familiar slam of a car door from outside.