Finding Home

Dweezil sat at his desk looking at his well pawed copy of Feline Entrepreneur, the Chef's Edition.  He had bookmarked four possibilities and he looked over them one last time before he made his final decision.  It would be his decision after all.  He'd told the others that they'd have a say in where they landed.  But the decision was ultimately his.  He'd figure a way to convince it was all of their decisions once he'd finalized his plans.

Le Chat, a chic bistro in New York City was his first choice.  It was everything he'd ever dreamed of and more.  From the decor to the location to the described clientele,  it was just perfect. Perfect, except for one tiny flaw.  It was just perfect for him.  Trixie would never be able to manage that sophisticated a wait staff.  They'd be on to her in a minute. And Squigman, what would he do?  And Annabelle, when he thought about all of the temptations and trouble a pretty little kitten could get herself into; he knew that he'd have to pass.

That left, The Cozy Inn in Felandria, Minnesota.  The description looked good.  A cheerful place where the happy clientele came in from the cold to warm up to delicious food and good company.  But he'd had enough of the polar vortex to last a lifetime and so anyplace in Minnesota was out of the question.

Then there was the Sea Shell Cafe in Key West.  Too hot.  He'd have to spend a fortune getting himself shaved and what was the point of having long hair if you had to spend your life looking like Squigman.  So that was out.  It was a pity because he was testing out some new seafood recipes, he like to offer.  But the thought of spending his days with short hair, was a price he wasn't willing to pay,

La Cantina, in Taos, New Mexico.  He could see them all thriving in that artistic town.  But he didn't know any Mexican dishes and he knew enough to know that learning on the job was not an option.

That left the Cat City Cafe in Cat City, Colorado. It was described as a thriving yet intimate establishment, where the patrons came for a good time and good food and always left with a satisfied smile.  Cat City was described on it's website as the garden spot of the San Madres.  A town founded by silver with a golden future.  The wild west tamed by intellect and sophistication.  It was in short, a place anyone would be proud to call home.

So it was decided.  They were moving to Cat City, Colorado.

The Winds of Change Part IV - An Agreement is reached

"You're going to move?" Trixie asked deflating like a balloon.

"Trixie, my dear," Dweezil said smiling over at her. "I said we're going to have to move.  Just think about the opportunities a new location will provide.  We can all make a fresh new start.  See new things, meet new freinds. Create a whole new life for ourselves."

Dweezil looked over at her as his words sunk in. She could go somewhere brand new where no one had ever heard of Dominatrixie.  She could be that respectable, in charge professional that been hiding underneath all of those layers of sleaze.  She could be Ms. Trixie Catotski, Manager, the boss of all she surveyed.  Taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, she said primly, "I couldn't let you start a business all by yourself, of course I'll come with you."

Yvette, seeing the long line of lonely, viril bachelors of a certain age fading into nothingness, said, "Son, I couldn't let you move to a place where you didn't have family.  Of course I'll go with you."

"What about me, father," Annie squeaked. "I want to go too.  I want to go too."

"Anneabelle, of course you're coming with us.  There is no way we would leave without you."

"But you could leave without me," Squig screamed jumping up.  "Every last one of you could leave me sitting here all by myself."

"Why no, Squigman," Dweezil said pleasantly, "Of course you are coming with us.  We are not moving without you."

Squig sat down and looked as three pairs of female eyes stared over at him, all of them just daring him to mess up this glorious opportunity.   And in that instant, he knew what Dweezil had done.  Without asking him directly, he fixed so that he had to move, whether he wanted to or not.

"Allright, Dweezil," he grumped. "Count me in.  I'm coming with you to where ever it is we are going."

"Thank you Squigman," Dweezil purred. It wouldn't be the same without you.

The Winds of Change Part II Devising a Plan

Dweezil sat his desk with a pad of paper and a pen, trying to think up ways to motivate the family to move.  This was not going to be easy.  He drummed his claws on the desk as he connived ways to motivate Squigman.  Mr. Squigman was a slug, a set in his ways, lazy slug.  The only way to motivate him to move was with a stick of dynamite, or a rope tied securely around his legs and two burly cats hired to drag him, screaming and protesting, out of the house.

But wait, if Squigman was a lazy slug, Trixie certainly wasn't.  So the way to motivate Squigman was to motivate Trixie.  Now what would motivate her?  A wonderful job opportunity at his chic cafe.  She was currently a bar maid and he would just be willing to bet, she'd like a promotion, say to chief waitress.  That was it,  He offer her the job of chief waitress, the boss of all the other wait staff. That would get her securely in his corner.

"Now what about mother," he thought to himself.  What would motivate her.  His mother was only ten and still very attractive in a middle aged sort of way.  What if he offered her the job of hostess and hinted that she would be in an excellent position to meet all sorts of gentlemen cats of a certain age.  He smiled diabolically at the thought of just how fast his mother would find herself motivated to move.

That left Annabelle and she was just a kitten, so he could make up any number of exciting adventures she would be having in her new home town.

It was done.  He would motivate the females and they would gang up on Squigman and he wouldn't have to do a thing.

"When you're doing the right thing, " he congratulated himself, "everything else just falls into place.

TO BE CONTINUED