Carson's life was in the balance. There was no time to reason out the hallucination of his father.
Kicking, thrashing, and twisting, Carson managed to weave his front paws into Bonkers' whiskers. Carson plucked at those whiskers as though the were strings on a banjo.
Bonkers first went cross eyed trying to focus on the mouse, then those same almond shaped eyes pooled with tears. Bonkers chest swelled as he hitched in gasps of air. Ah.. ah... ah...
CHOO...... The cat's sneeze sent Carson sailing through to air to land at the base of the trash can with the delicious smelling cheese.
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