The year is 2012. The time is 10 AM. The place is Cocoa’s office. The players are Cocoa and a large gray angora-like cat called Dusty. The game is revenge!

Dusty:  Mr. Cocoa, I desperately need your help.

Dusty, The Victim

Cocoa:  What can I do for you Mr. Dusty, or may I call you Dusty.

Dusty:  Dusty is fine.  I’m in trouble; big trouble.

Cocoa:  Well, I can’t help you unless you give me some facts.

Dusty:  I, uh, I was rail-roaded by, oh it’s too embarrassing…

Cocoa:  Come, come, Dusty, we’re adults here.

 
Dusty:  Yes, you’re right, I was rail-roaded by a cute cuddly kitten that could be my twin, smaller twin.  She has wormed her way into the house-hold favor and I can’t get a word in edgewise.  What do I do? 


Shadow, The Kitten

Cocoa:  Well, let’s see.  If she could be your twin, why not do something bad, and let her take the blame?

Dusty:  Oh, I like that, Cocoa.  Yes, I like that a lot. 

Cocoa:  Let me know how it turns out.

Dusty (the next day with a paw in a sling):  Cocoa, I did as you said; I was real bad and I let the kitten take the blame; but that lousy Salty dimed me out and I got tossed on my rump.

Cocoa:  Is that where you got the arm injury?

Dusty:  No, that came from the kitten, who later came up to me and attacked.  The others in the household defending the kitten and not letting me fight back!