Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10 Getting out of Ratborough had been a doddle. Pretty much as soon as the collar had been ripped from Roderick, SHEILA HAD TURNED UP WITH THE CIA and the mob had dispersed, looking a bit embarrassed and apologetic. As the cats made their way back down the path, there were a good few remarks of 'Sorry about that' and 'Not sure what came over us.' Catface's dad, however, was having none of it. 'My office NOW!' he screamed at his aides. It was pretty

clear there would be hell to pay for the mutiny. 'Oh, those poor rats, they'll be cleaning his throne room for a month!' Catface winced. THE CATS LAUGHED, SHOOK THEIR HEADS AND GOT OUT OF RATBOROUGH AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE. Now they had possession of Old Tom's Collar, Cyril and Larry wanted to get it BACK UNDER LOCK AND KEY right away. Even with Roderick seemingly out of the picture, the gang still couldn't relax until they GOT IT TO THE TOWER. Once they were safely back

in the turret room, Cyril placed it in the cabinet. As he was doing so, Silver turned to his sister. 'Be honest, would you like to have worn it just once so we could speak to humans? Imagine the fun we could have winding up Mamma and Papa!' 'Bro, we have enough trouble trying to make sense of animals- don't even get me started on humans,' she said, giving him a nudge. Cyril carefully and deliberately placed one key, attached to a necklace, around his neck, and handed the other to Larry with a solemn nod. The cat did the same. They gang gazed up at the two bands of Old Tom's Collar- reunited, but firmly locked away behind bullet, paw- and claw-proof glass. 'I'VE TRIPLED THE GUARD DUTY and this key will never leave my side. Plus, that new enforced glass should do the trick, the raven declared. 'Are you sure we shouldn't hide it away, bury it

somewhere? The power it holds over my species is frightening,' Catface said, in a moment of contemplation. 'If we do that, then the likes of Roderick will have won; Cyril answered with a sad smile. 'The animal world has never been safer and more harmonious than now. This is a symbol of that harmony, and I want to fight to keep it that way. With the help of everyone in this room, we will. Now then'— he clapped his wings together— 'TIME FOR A CELEBRATION. BLOOD BISCUITS FOR ALL!' Cyril clicked his talons and a set of doors opened that led to a Tudor dining room with a table full of roast beef and all the trimmings, cheesy pasta (for Toto) and bowls and bowls of blood biscuits. 'Though I might give them a miss, just for today,' Cyril whispered to Toto. As the gang tucked in, Cyril updated them on how

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he had got out of the Tower. 'When Larry escaped, I squawked and squawked until Sheila came to the room. Well, you know I said I felt groggy- I suddenly remembered the anonymous biscuits and I asked her to check them. Sure enough, they'd been drugged to send me to sleep.' 'Plus,' added Sheila, sheepishly, 'my team told me your office had been ransacked when they arrived, Larry, so we knew something wasn't right with Fluffypaws' theory. That was enough for me. Sorry I had to go so heavy earlier; I was under orders.' 'Oh, don't worry about that.' Larry smiled. 'You were just doing your job- I'd have done the same. Well, maybe I wouldn't have locked me up, but you know...' 'WHERE IS OLD FLUFFYPAWS, BY THE WAY? Doesn't seem like him to miss out on the glory, said Socks. 'Oh, he ran back to the House of Commons as soon