Dedicated to the real life inspirations for the story - all the nearly human felines I've known.
"Something's Different, Something Changed"
© TZ 2012
Parker Street was always a peaceful, quiet, tidy and pleasant place to live until one day last Summer when the Rodericks moved into the "Bigg House."
The Bigg House was built over five decades ago by the Biggs family and was the biggest house on the block. Everything the Biggs did, was BIG.
Mr. Roderick was a seedy fellow. His demeanor matched his attire and his big pink and black limousine. His speech was terse and his language rough.
The Bigg House was quickly transformed into an enormous eyesore when the new owner painted it pink and pea green. The front yard was embellished with
gawdy black statuary of mean-looking Pit Bulls. "Beware of the Dogs" signs were posted every 10 feet along the antique wrought iron fence. Everyday,
a squad of dog-walkers with four Pit Bulls a piece would scour Parker Street for cats and kittens while leaving a trail of mushy brown doggie-lumps on
everybody's sidewalks and gardens. It was apparent that the Roderick clan and employees had no respect for anybody or anything.
Cats and kittens began to disappear quickly and the remaining felines were secured by their wary owners. The neighbors knew the newcomer was
responsible; but, they had no proof.
Meanwhile, the cats and kittens were tired of being held prisoner in their own homes and longed for the lives they once had in their owner's gardens
Tiggy was a resourceful tiger tabby with a photographic memory. Sure, his owner Ms. Plimpickle didn't give him an exciting, unique name like the
other cats in the neighborhood; but, he was well loved and appreciated anyway. Ms. Plimpickle was a hoarder. She never threw anything away and her
home was full to the ceiling with boxes of stuff, bags of stuff, piles of stuff and even MORE stuff. Tiggy had every square inch of the Plimpickle
home memorized. When Patsy moved a box to get to another box, Tiggy would notice the new location even if he had not witnessed his owner moving the
"Something's Different! Something Changed! Something Moved!" Tiggy spotted the new locations within seconds of entering a room. When items went
missing as they normally would in a chaotic mess of a home, Tiggy KNEW where it was. Patsy would call for Tiggy and mention what she was looking for,
then Tiggy would go straight to it, sniff it and paw it. Nothing stayed lost or missing in the Plimpickle home. Tiggy knew where everything
belonged, if it moved, and where it moved.
Now any reader would realize that Tiggy was naturally suited to help solve the "Roderick Mystery"; but, he certainly couldn't do it alone. Tiggy knew
this too, and so did all the other confined felines in the neighborhood.
Bambi the neighborhood Bully Tom Cat took charge of the group of investigative felines. He promised them protection and no more bullying in exchange
for their cooperation. That sounded like a good deal to all the felines as it was a no lose proposition on the face of it.
The only odd skill that Bambi had was computers. He knew how to turn them off and on by standing on the surge protector power button and would turn
his owner's computer off when he wanted special treats - which he wanted often and wanted a LOT of. He didn't care if his owner had saved or not ...
if Bambi wanted something, he wanted it NOW. Patience was not his virtue nor were any other common virtues in his possession. What Bambi wants,
Zeno was the mechanical genius. His special ability was opening locked doors and enabling or disabling lights at will. He knew all the switch types
from the wall switch to the dangling drop cord and how to use them.
Proppy had a pentient for cigarettes, cigarette butts to be precise. She was sleek and stealthy and smelled like a smoker's ashtray, rather than
cattish. Proppy was quite the communicator and had the largest vocabulary of any cat in the neighborhood. Her job was to sneak out, spread the word,
the plans, the propositions and decisions amongst the various households ... without being caught by a Roderick dog.
Tigger was a "Take Charge" sort of guy kitty. When the master of the house left for work, Tigger would change disposition and become the home and
home's occupants protector until the real man of the house returned from work. He was the "Go To" cat for second opinions and a respectable backup
Nozey was the most appropriately named cat in the neighborhood. He was nosey and curious about everything. He was also handy with light switches.
And last, the least talented of the felines, Sammy. Sammy's dream was to have manipulative hands like a human and she adored the stink of a wet
steamy shoes. What she lacked in skills, she made up for in lovability as she was a hug freak. A hug would melt her heart in a second and the group
agreed that it would be best if Sammy stayed behind lest she try to garner a hug from the old geezer Roderick himself.
Story to follow.
edit on 4/8/2012 by Trexter Ziam because: pentient