Crazy Cat

"MEOW!" the hep cat shouted. "Welcome to CRAZY CAT'S - today I'll be your server!"

Throwing edged menus at his guests, he clarified, "YOUR SERVER OF PAIN!"

The guests sheltered behind chairs. Bad server jokes were considered and rejected.

"Do you own this establishment?" a distinguished gentleman inquired. He wore a top-hat and monocle, appropriately.

"That's why they call it CRAZY CAT'S!" the swingin' cat agreed, charging him and stringing him up by his monocle. (It hurts!)

"As you're a cat, what happens if someone feeds you some catnip?" a nine-foot tall woman asked. She was having trouble hiding.

"I get even MORE crazy!" the mad catter replied enthusiastically, grabbing the catnip from her arms, sniffing it enthusiastically, and then blasting into orbit.

The patrons gathered round below him.

"You know, I think that this was a rather good meal for the price," one said to her husband.

The monocle-man squirmed.

High above, the crazy cat shot through the black depths of space. He had not trouble breathing and, oddly, space was rather less empty than usual in his vicinity; filled with bright purple swirling ramps (at all angles!), flourescent orange tendrils wavering from the edges. Lava lamps bubbled happily as the crazy cat passed.

The cat, climbing up an upside-down tree with hair for leaves, considered. "You know, I'm beginning to think that I really am crazy," he mused. "Is any of this real? Am I?"

Concentrating his willpower on proving his own reality, he did quite the opposite and faded away - his smile first to go!

Crazy Cat!