Motor-Cat 2: Return of the Motor-Cat

(Following this post.)

The motor-cat was a happy cat - horribly crippled still with legs that were mere stubs, but augmented by brave Roland with motor and treads to have far greater range and speed than any other cat. And in this way it lived contentedly; but it was in the end a cat, and cats live only so long. So one day, as Roland was becoming well known for his talent (years after he had rescued the cat), it died, gently, in its sleep; and as Roland found it motionless on its treads (and wept bitterly), it moved on, to the next world.

The motor-cat arrived there without its treads, or food or water. It was in the midst of a barren expanse of red. It tried to crawl on its tiny stubs, but collapsed after a foot. Its feline intellect, sharper than most, wished for its treads back; and they were.

The motor-cat, now motorized once more, meowed in surprise - then, testing its motor, set off. At first it found nothing, but when it stopped and thought of its destination, one appeared before it. It was a cat-oasis, with all the things any cat could want - but it was guarded! A river blocked the way; and past that, a great wall; and beyond that, nine saber-tooth tigers, menacing and cruel.

Shivering, the motor-cat approached. The scent of saber-tooth carried on the air. It tried to ford the river - but it was too deep! The cat got very wet. It was uncomfortable! So instead it crossed over the water. The treads turned into floats! Also there was a propeller. The cat's tail nearly suffered a sad accident but it did not and it crossed all right.

Now before the cat stood a tall wall. It was rough and rocky and covered in hard protrusions. The cat tried to motor up it - but it couldn't! It was too steep. So it grew thrusters instead and shot over the wall. It was pretty cool!

The nine saber-tooths surrounded the motor-cat as it landed, fuel depleted. It shivered and cowered as the shadows fell over it - then, unexpectedly, it puffed out in desperate fury. It meowed, once, loudly. Were it not a cat, one might say that the meow represented the motor-cat's frustration: I am crippled, it might say, helpless through no fault in my own. And now I am dead - and even here, I must cross rivers and high walls to come to my reward. Is this justice? It was a cat, and so it did not say that: but the saber-tooths drew back regardless, and the cat motored onward, into cat paradise.

It hoped there would be virgins.