"The Cat's Meow!"
Tom loves being a domestic house cat. He gets to sleep all day, eat whatever he wants, and watch TV, taking it easy. But there are setbacks, that being Jerry. The mouse is cheeky. The mouse is cunningly deceptive. The mouse is the cat's worst enemy. Even when hes not ordered to go after Jerry because it's his duty as a cat, he still chases him. Jerry is a demon. He's like an imp, determined to make Tom's life miserable, almost as if it's his sole existence.
Of course, Tom's attempts to catch the mouse had failed time and time again, in which Rick had had enough, and kicked the clumsy cat out. But not all is lost, as Tom soon sets his eyes on Toots, in which he tries his hardest to win the yellow cat with a blue bow and red lush lips over. But like with all the other things in Tom's life, he fails.
So what happens when Jerry lends him a helpful paw?
The sun was high into the sky of the suburbs, shining as an insidious noise pierced through the air.
Jerry was sprinting into the house as brisk as his little legs could carry him, away from the hands of Tom, who was carrying a roaring chainsaw, death grinning.
WIRRRRRRR! The menacing machine went. The blue cat kept violently swinging the thing like a baseball bat, constantly missing his target. He would shatter vases, obliterate curtains, and decimate furniture, not even blinking twice. He was fixated on his prey. The prey that came to his torment. The prey that gave him nothing but contempt.
The two rushed through the living room, kitchen, study, the landing...and it was on the first floor.
Then they went upstairs.
The calamitous chainsaw kept getting more ear bleeding as the chase went on. They went through the bathroom before Jerry leaped up as if he were a frog, entering the keyhole to Ginger and Rick's room.
Tom bulldozed the door like nothing, waking up Rick from his nap, almost falling off the bed.
"What are you doing!?" He exclaimed. "Trying to wake up the neighborhood?"
The chainsaw stuttered before shutting down. The cat hides it behind his back, grinning.
"Nice try, fleabag," Rick scowled. "Just look what you did to the door!"
Tom pulled out Ducktape and promptly fixed the broken door. But they disintegrated soon after.
Tom screamed.
"Oh, Tom, what are we going to do with you?" Rick asked. "Oh! I know!"
He chucked Tom out of the bedroom window and he crashed brutally into the trash can in the alleyway. The lid went flying.
"And stay out!" Rick demanded, slamming the window seal shut.
The pet emerged from the trash can and blew a raspberry before being crushed by the hands of the trash lid that came back down upon him. His body was an accordion. Then he collapsed onto the ground.
Butch, who watched the whole thing, ticked at him.
"You're a real disgrace to cats everywhere, you know that?" Butch said.
Tom, back to his normal form, glared grimly.
"What? It's true. You've dropped the ball, more so than usual."
This was true. It only took getting grounded by Ginger for eating the pet goldfish, being plummeted by Tike, and to a more extreme extent, Spike, and failing to catch Jerry, Tuffy, and Quakers to make it occur to him that he's been a lot more sloppy as of recently. Why is that?
"What's on your mind, Tom? You haven't been quite yourself." The black cat stated.
This was also true. He hadn't been himself. And the answer to that came striding across the street. It was a female cat, with a short, yellow stature, a firey
red lush lipstick, heavy purple eyeshadow, and white patches on her chest, tails, hands, and feet. She also wore a blue bow.
The yellow female cat was called Toots, and instantly Tom's heart was beating like a drum upon laying eyes on her.
The reason he's been slacking was because of his love life, and how it messed with him ever since he got dumped by Toodles. This may be his second shot. Despite it being his fifty millionth time going to ask her out, only to be shot down by her, thr cat knew he had nothing else to lose. Right?
By now, Butch had caught on to who Tom is ogling at and couldn't help but be smitten too.
"Isn't she a beaut?" He asked.
Tom stood up and pulled out a stick of dynamite, aiming at the alley cat.
"Woah, woah!" He took a step back. "Easy! I'm with Dollface now, remember? She's all yours."
Tom's rough demeanour softened. He chucked it overhead, not watching where it landed. A second later, an explosion priced through the air, and Meathead's agonizing moans could be heard.
"Wish you the best of luck." Butch fist-pumped Tom. The blue tuxedo cat reciprocated before running like the wind.
Just then, Dollface showed up. She wrapped her arms around her boyfriend as she watched Tom head across the street. He was on all fours and was so infatuated, that he ignored oncoming traffic coming towards him, honking at him as he sprinted underneath the vehicles almost precisely.
"How long do you think you'll last before being rejected, Baby?"
"Dunno, sweet cheeks," Butch replied. He wrapped his arm around her waist.
"But I sure do hope he gets it this time. I'm not sure how much more heartbreak Tommy Boy can take." He said, frowning.
By the time Thomas made it to Toot's porch, he stood upright and had used the doorbell, pressing it. He revamped his hair.
Toots opened the door a second later.
She certainly didn't expect Tom standing at the other end of the doorway, flexing his eyebrows flirtatiously. Toot's eyes widened.
"Tom." She said in her super sweet, smooth seductive voice. "This is a surprise, I haven't seen you in months."
