Our tour guide Roger decided we’d had enough fun in the town of Morgue and announced we were on the move.
With my aged companion Joyce, we drove into a small bush town, and Roger informed us this was the town of Nipcat. Joyce was immediately concerned by the large cat pelt stretched and drying below the towns welcome sign which in part read: “Welcome to Nipcat, we love our cats.”
Roger informed us there was so much to see and that we should begin our visit with a leisurely walk along the main street.
We didn’t see a single cat as we strolled along, but when we came to the Nipcat Tourist and Cat Lovers Emporium, we found them.
There was an array of cat products from handbags to coats, even a pair of slippers with a built-in meow as you walked in them.
Joyce was horrified, even though she was more your dog person than a cat lady. We hastily left the store and made our way to our hotel where we hoped we’d be safe from all things cat.