My humans are fans of The Hunger Games book series. Two of the books have been made into movies with the third on the way, and the humans have been all excited because the second movie, Catching Fire, recently came out on video.
It’s pretty fleatrical, if you ask me! Set in a future in which most of the country starves while a select few live with pawmp and circumstance, the main character, Ratniss, has to fight for her life and that of her friend/lover, Fleata, in a terrible arena-style grudge match. Appawling indeed.
I had nightmares for days after watching it – not about what happened in the arena, but about the family cat, Buttercup. That creature was vicious! Sure, he had a cameo for only five seconds, but his hiss still echoes in my ears. In my dreams I saw myself scurrying around the arena, Buttercup hot on my heels. And just as he was about to sink his claws into me I shook awake, never knowing if he was successful at catching fur.
These pawful dreams finally stopped when I realized I already know what happens to Buttercup in the third book and movie. Is Buttercup fine? Yes. But as to whether he gets declawed, I’ll leave that for you to discover yourself.
Keepin’ it squeak,
Bob
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