Nightstalker On A Mission

A fat and lazy pussycat was eying, up a tree, a rat. The pussycat had been neglected since nasty flaws had been detected in her behaviour as such, though in a way it was not much to those who love their pussycats, prefer them over rats and bats. It seems that, in the dark of night right after she would have a bite of what they sell in shops as kibbles, apparently these crunchy nibbles do stimulate motility, which means they work the pebbles free inside the cat's long feline gut, soon after, they then leave her butt. And she had long been in the habit to dropp those pellets like a rabbit wherever there was room to spare. But many owners do not care to wake to early morning fragrance of what reminds of smelly vagrants. In any case the cat had seen the rat up in the tree, so green. And contemplated climbing up into the tree, up to the top. As you might know, most any cat will not turn down a meal of rat. So, cat got ready to ascend the giant tree, and there to end the life of one of nature's pests, who's prowling through the hidden nests. And, with a sudden burst of speed the cat was on her way, indeed. She climbed and climbed with skill and stealth, up in the tree. The future health of one scared rat seemed on the block, as midnight struck on the church clock the cat was almost within reach of its next meal when, with a screech, the rat jumped up to spread his wings (the cat had not expected things to go so wrong at this late stage) , what followed was a noisy rage, and, first the rat and then the cat flew off the tree, one landed at a smaller tree called Northern Pear, had almost missed it, by a hair. But pussycat, after her flight had ended up not feeling right. She'd landed in some warm cow pies sank down up to her windswept eyes. And as she looked up in the tree to ascertain, also to see, the cause for failure became known! The rat had certainly not grown those wings to fly with, that was that, because the rat....it was a bat.