Chapter One: Playtime
It was a quiet day at the Foxworth residence. Mr. and Mrs. Foxworth were attending an important conference in Washington DC, their daughter Jenny was at school, and their butler Winston was in the back yard, drying out the laundrey.
The Foxworth's pize-winning show poodle, Georgette, was presently lounging on the couch in the front room, her dainty frame stretched across several pillows. In the midst of her relaxation, the Foxworth's other pet, a ginger tabby kitten named Oliver, entered the room.
"Georgette?" Called Oliver. "Are you awake?"
"No." grunted Georgette, not even bothering to open her eyes. "Now go away."
"I'm bored." Sighed Oliver. "Will you play with me?"
Georgette opened her eyes, if only to roll them. "Isn't it enough that I tolerate your prescence here? Don't push your luck by asking me to play with you."
"Come on, please?" Begged Oliver, looking at her with big eyes.
"Ohhh." Sighed Georgette, before spotting a ball of yarn on the table. "Here you go." She tossed Oliver the ball. "Knock yourself out."
"What am I supposed to do with this?" Asked Oliver confused.
"What do you mean 'What am I supposed to do'?" Georgette replied. "All cats play with yarn balls." As he continued to look confused, she elaborated "Just roll it, bat it around. You'll get the hang of it."
Oliver did feel some deep primal urge deep down inside. He started playing with the yarn, tentatively at first, but then with a greater zeal, pulling and tugging at the yarn strands. Inevitably, Oliver ended up getting tangled in the yarn, his four limbs pinned to his sides.
"Um, help!" Called Oliver.
Georgette could barely suppress a snigger. "What kind of cat are you?" She chided the kitten.
"Come on, help me out of this!" Groaned Oliver. "Please!"
"Fine." Sighed Georgette. "As long as you promise to be quiet for a while."
As Georgette clambered off the couch, she accidentally stepped on the yarn ball. As she slipped and fell, one of her claws got caught on a yarn strand, and, after a few attempts to get free, she ended up getting tangled up too.
It was then that Winston entered.
"Oh, my word!" the butler exclaimed, rushing to free them both. "There we go, all better!" He exclaimed, using a small pair of scissors to cut them free.
"How humiliating." Seethed Georgette, clambering back onto the couch.
"You know, that was kind of fun." Smiled Oliver. "Can we play again later?"
Georgette grabbed a pillow and pulled it over her face, finishing up by making a muffled scream.
"Is that a 'no'?" Oliver asked innocently.
(Oliver and Company and all associated characters are the property of Disney).