The cats were playing their magical games together. They took turns hunting an enchanted stuffed animal shaped like a blue jay that could really fly, and racing to see who could climb the pepperwood tree and throw their star-net farthest. Rusty had just caught the biggest star anyone could ever remember having been caught when up the street, lickety split, came an animal control van with racing stripes painted on the side. Out jumped a one-eyed dogcatcher with a big old cat-net, and with a whistle and a kick he caught Rusty in his net and threw him in the truck before the other cats could even cast a flat tire spell on the truck.
The cats meowed in sadness. Their friend was gone! What were they going to do without Rusty? Who was going to catch the ninja mice now?
Marshmallow leapt to the top of the catnip trashcan. “Cats,” she cried, “Our friend has been taken deep within the city! We must rescue Rusty!”
There was no time to lose. They stole a car and took clothes from the clothesline down the street.
A car parked on the street in front of the pound, and out stepped a man in a trench coat and sunglasses. With a gloved hand he opened the door and stepped inside.
“We want Rusty,” said the man, who was actually the cats stuffed into a coat.
“Never,” said the dogcatcher, who saw through the ruse. He reached for his cat net but before he could grab it the cats fired their magic gun. The man shrunk and squeaked and, as a mouse, he ran off into the pound.
The cats grabbed Rusty and left. And later, they fried up Rusty’s star and ate it and cheered nine times for cats to win forever.