Mr. Boots was angry with his owner, Helen. She had not fed him his usual dish of fish innards and soft rice at the appointed hour, as she had day after day for nine years; this followed a string of weeks in which she had also been lax about letting him out in the backyard so he could go about his daily chipmunk hunt, from which he would usually return with a trophy. “Oh, you’re more interested in the telly than my pile of chipmunk carcasses, are you?” he thought one day, and set about attempting to disrupt Helen’s regular viewings of Doctor Who and whatever bollocks the BBC was presenting this Wednesday.
Alas, having clambered up the aerial atop Helen’s roof, Mr. Boots shortly discovered that Helen, in fact, had cable. And he quietly bade his time, sullen, embarrassed, and terrified that he might never get to hunt for chipmunk again.
(Photo of a cat stuck on an aerial antenna atop a house in Norfolk, England by Geoff Robinson via the Telegraph)