24-WHISKERS QUIVERING

WHISKERS QUIVERING... What can I say? The whole day was an absolute NIGHTMARE. I jumped (or was I pushed?) off a bridge with a rubber band attached to my ankle... Then I jumped (or was I pushed?) off a cliff with a hang glider strapped around me... Next I plunged (or was I pushed?) into the sea with a heavy tank on my back... Yes, I think it would

be safe to say it was the worst day of my life. After the scuba diving, I went parachuting. I was so scared, I fainted on the way down. Then I swam with the SHARKS. I swam away so fast, I didn't stop until I hit my beach umbrella. Finally, I went rock climbing up Mount Deadrat. Frankly, I'm amazed I'm still alive and squeaking!

I headed back to the hotel with a POUNDING headache. What a frightening day. My whiskers were quivering with stress. I dragged myself past the reception desk. That's when I noticed Bratfur. He was busy scribbling something on the EXTREME SPORTS ACTIVITIES BOARD. I snuck up behind him. Rotten rats' teeth! He was writing my name down after every activity. Enough was enough, I decided. It was time to give Bratfur a piece of my mind. But before I could squeak a word, his mother arrived. She gently took the pen from her son's paw. Then she stroked his ears. "My

little darling is such a silly joker," she murmured, leading him away. Bratfur stuck his tongue out at me. Silly joker?! I wanted to scream. But I didn't. Instead, I thought about some "silly jokes" I could play on Bratfur. Like maybe I could put itching powder on his beach towel. Or I could stick chewing gum on his pillow. Or, even better, I could lock him in his suitcase and ship him off to Tomcat Island. I snickered just thinking about it. Yes, a few days with some tough cats would be just perfect for the little darling!