Cat N' Mau5

Chapter 2: A Turn Of Events

Meowington was NOT a happy kitty.

One in a hundred million of Robo cats manufactured at Meowington Corp., he had turned rogue when he began to think for himself.

Which is why he decided to be of the male gender.

About the same size as your average household cat, Meowington consisted of metal plates that made up his body. A somewhat eerie pale blue light shone through the shingles of his back, legs, and eyes.

And right now, those unblinking eyes were staring at the tv screens in the shop window.

He wouldn't have noticed them, but a crowd had begun to gather to watch what was happening. The screens were displaying the UFC's Fight Night, airing live.

Earlier on, there were banners at the bottom of the screen warning people about Meowington Corp.'s robotic cat that now had a mind of its own.

In the middle of the sentence, the radio tower had a slight malfunction and the screens were briefly cut off.

When they came on again, the warning was gone and the camera had panned in on competitors deadmau5 and g3rard fighting. And not fighting like they were supposed to, but physically, in the dome, fighting.

This was the work of a particularly genius feline.

But now, the people off the streets were gathering around the shop front, gawping at the action.

This particularly irritated Meowington, and for no apparent reason. It may possibly have something to do with being created as a slave for humans.

In a decidedly rational manner, Meowington bounded off soundlessly into the shadows of the night.

***

Round 3, and I was shredding metal baby!

DeadMau5 had just swung a fist and missed. While he was fuming over such a rookies error, my mouse machine had pulled off the most amazing and beautiful stunt imaginable.

With a few steps run up, Blue 3 turned, ran a few steps and jump, turning in the air to smash the iron fist, with full momentum, flying into Red 5's overly toothy face.

"Suck on that! How does my fist taste in your mouth?!"

***

Meowington pulls cleverly on a few wires, causing another short circuit in the system, and consequently another small explosion and malfunction.

He runs off, sniggering to himself as the people run for cover from the sparks.

A quick glimpse at the battle arena, and instantly the fiendish feline can tell the giant robots and their controls where wired to a whole other circuit. Meaning that the only damage he just caused was a couple thousand dollars, and gave a couple people a jump.

'How irritating,' he mused as he plodded off to the other power box.

***

Although he put up a good fight, I was totally owning Round 3.

Apart from my awesome flying ninja move, giant blue robot mouse 3 was really having a go at him. Scrap metal and shards were constantly flying off and all around the place, and the audience loved it.

Well, not so much the fact that I was winning.

Which is not at all fair, because I'm just more skilled in this area. A teacher doesn't reprimand another child for getting a better score on a test than the top student.

Anyhow, I was thoroughly enjoying beating the rust of this mechanical mouse.

That is, until the controller stopped responding.

***

The robotic cat stalked his way up to the control box, which was surprisingly easy as everyone had their attention elsewhere.

He sat down and examined the multiple wires. Some would electrocute him if he broke it, while others would shut almost the entire operation down.

He saw a large, fat, blue cord, similar to one of his own.

'That looks important!' He thought to himself cheerily as he gripped the wire in his teeth and tugged until it came loose.

With a smug smile (or as close as a Robo Cat can get to it), he leaped off the pedestal and went to find a nice, high place to watch the REAL show, which was just beginning.

***

Blue 3 was no longer responding. He just stood there like a retard who lost his favourite teddy; unsure of what to do, and sort of frozen in confused state.

DeadMau5 was having the time of his life. His tongue stuck out and his nose scrunched up. He cheered, especially when Red 5 ripped Blue 3's arm off.

'Well that's not the least bit fair!' I huffed to myself.

And the worst part is, he found the Achilles Heel. A hard punch to one of the hinges, and that was the last straw for the poor, little - well, actually very large - robotic sparring mouse.

I threw my controller on the control panel in defeat, and leant back heavily on the chair with a sigh.

Luckily these things are bolted in, or I might have just made a fool if myself in front of a huge crowd, AND on tv.

DeadMau5 was dancing around the models; arms raised in victory. They held the trophy, what looked like a smaller version of the sparring robots head.

I didn't even bother trying to congratulate him. He was rubbing it in, and it was unfair anyway.

What made it worse was the fact that the crowd was so happy to see me lose.