Dweezil sat alone on New Year's Eve staring into the file. Squig was out with Trixie and his mother and Annabelle were in the kitchen getting the pans and wooden spoons ready to bang at midnight. But it was his habit to sit quietly for a few hours, reflecting on the old year and making plans for the one to come. Next year he would be eight and that meant middle aged and what did he have to show for it, nothing. He could just envision the years as they rolled on past.
First, he would be the best man at Squig's wedding and then before he knew it, he would be walking Annabelle down the aisle at her wedding. And just where would that leave him? A joke, a middle aged cat who lived with his mother, no relationship, no business, no nothing. He fought the urge to cry or sink into despair. This town had absolutely nothing for him. He was stuck. He slumped down into the chair and allowed himself a few minutes to wallow.
But wait. If this town held nothing for him. Maybe there was a town or a city that did. That's it. That's all he had to do, move. He would go to a new place and start over. But this time he'd do it right. He'd find a business, buy it and move to it's location. A chic little cafe, just waiting for a new owner to breathe life back into it. All he had to do was find it and then wait for a whole new life to begin. Leaning back, and closing his eyes, he spent a few minutes envisioning the sleeker, more sophisticated version of himself ushering the high class clientele, his cafe would naturally draw, in to savor the delicacies he would have in store for them. It was all going to be wonderful. Next year on New Year's Eve he wouldn't be sitting alone like some maudlin middle aged joke, he would be hosting a wonderful party at his new cafe.
There was only one little problem with his fresh new start. Actually, there were four, his mother, Annabelle, Squigman and Trixie. He couldn't leave without them. So he was just going to have to spend the next several days thinking up a fool proof plan to get them excited about moving. Yes, he felt much better already. And with a happy heart he went into the kitchen to joyously welcome the new year.