“My ungrateful Human has given up my secure location…”

Those words startled me awake from a nightmare: Huge lizards with jetpacks were attacking me, and the only thing that could stop them was an unlimited amount of pizza slices. I kept slinging pizza slices until the recollection of Human’s voice rang the alarm.

Reality check: My position has been breached, and I must counter-attack.

Luckily, I have until 3 o’clock, but…what day will they come for me? And who is after me? After a quick morsel of dried blah, I place the Orange One in charge of ground floor surveillance, though I’m never sure he understands my orders. I’ve been in my bunker ever since, going over tactics, strategies and decoy plans. How can I prepare for battle when my never punctual foe remains faceless and nameless?

I study the facts: Human will be at work, and the female will be at home. Someone is coming to get me at 3, and I don’t know WHO!!!!!! Focus, GROVER! You’ve seen this kind of stuff before!

Like the time I was transported across enemy lines, trapped in that tiger cage…

The enemy advanced so fast, I didn’t see them coming. Before I knew it, I was trapped inside a small cell, with no food or water. But I didn’t panic then, and won’t now. They also trapped Orange One (no surprise there, as I later pieced together that his blatant ‘meowwwing’ proved to be a dead giveaway of our position. What is he saying when he makes that noise?), and placed us side by side in the back of some moving wagon of sorts.

For hours we struggled, forced together by virtue of our shared situation. The meowing had become muffled, though with greater urgency, and continued for hours, as the light faded and it grew dark. This is what I had been waiting for…the cover of night!

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