Scooby: The Pathetic Predator

Scooby brought in a mouse. Scooby doesn’t kill his mice, he just likes to suck them so he then dropped it in Katty’s bedroom and it ran off. I could hear them scrambling around and shouting. I offered to help but they shut me out. They were in there for ages. They got a really wet fishing net from outside and tried to catch it in it. I think the mouse was a bit thick because they managed to. I saw it kicking about when they carried it outside in the net: I offered my assistance again but they locked the cat flap so I couldn’t help. Embarrassed by Scooby’s useless killing skills I brought a bird in the next day and showed him how to kill it in the kitchen that but he didn’t take the blindest bit of notice. He preferred sticking his head in a bowl of food. Alas, I’ll have to do the killing for the both of us.

Scooby's Bad Week

It has been the worst week of my life. If anything could have gone wrong it has and as I’m pawing this I am dazed and trying to get over it. I will tell you my troubles.

It all started going wrong on Monday… I got locked in the garage. I only nipped in to have a sniff round but I slipped in and a second later, bang it shut. It was very traumatic for me. 45 minutes I stayed in there. I wondered if I would ever see daylight again. It seemed an eternity before I heard Katty shouting for me. She must have heard my sad meows:

“Scooby, where are you?”

I meowed and meowed “Here Katty, please save me”

I heard her rustling around everywhere then finally I heard keys in the lock. It was music to my ears.

That night the next awful thing happened… the dreaded fireworks started. As soon as I heard the first bang my ears went back and my tail started going. I hate fireworks they frighten me. They are too loud and hurt my ears. They seem to start up every so often and don’t stop for ages and ages. Me and Morgan spend a lot of the time inside when the fireworks are going off. It scares Morgan as well you see – and if it scares Morgan it must be something to be scared of. I can still hear fireworks now and I wish they would stop.

Then the unthinkable happened on Wednesday. I got taken to the v-e-t. It was quite a shock when I was shoved into a carrier and taken in the car. I guessed I wasn’t going on holiday because when I do Morgan usually comes too and you can always hear if Morgan’s getting put in the carrier. How could Katty do this to me? First I had been shut in the garage and then my worst nightmare became a reality. Suddenly I found myself sitting in the carrier in the vets (I smelt it was the vets) staring out of my carrier at this big dog. It was huge. I cowered inside and though Katty was talking to me I couldn’t take my eyes of such a big animal. Soon I was carried in to see the vet (who I’m not on good terms with since last time I went) and I hoped the carrier would keep me safe. I gripped on to the inside whilst they tried to drag me out and in the end the top came off my world (the carrier) and I was in the vet’s domain. Prodding and poking, stinging me and putting cold things on my fur I couldn’t get back in fast enough. It was horrible horrible horrible. I sat dazed for the rest of the day wondering if I had had a nightmare. Morgan hadn’t stirred through the whole of the event lying in blissful ignorance upstairs. It’s alright for some.