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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Help (02/20/06)

TITLE: Help, I've Been Catnapped By A Sofa Bed
By Lynda Schultz


Hmmmm. This looks interesting. I think I’ll just check it out.

Reilly sauntered into the guest room, stopped, stretched and paused to look around.

Catchalls are gone. Usually means the company is also gone. Not a minute too soon as far as I’m concerned. They were extremely rude. The doors are to stay OPEN.

One leap took him up on top of the bed. He sniffed around a bit. No sheets. That confirmed his suspicion that the unwelcome humans were elsewhere. At the same time, it left Reilly without a place to “nest”. He was feeling the need for a nap. Having guests was so-o-o-o tiring.

Back down to the floor. Another sniff or two and a twitch of the tail.

What to do. I wonder what’s under there? Oh, cool, a nice dark space. Just a small step—oof. I’m in. It’s kinda like a catacomb, but …

Reilly’s conversation with the only other intelligent being of his acquaintance, was interrupted by voices from the doorway.

“Bevin, can you help me with the sofa bed? I need to do the floors and the bathroom yet.”

“Sure, honey. Here, you stand back and I’ll fold it up.”

There was a grunt, a thump, a me-ouch and the bed was neatly back to just being a sofa.

"All set, Janie, I’ll do the bathroom if you like.”

“Thank you. That will give me time to finish washing the sheets and towels. Could you cope with the litter box, too? And speaking of the litter box, have you seen Reilly?”

“Yes, to looking after the box and, no, to having seen Reilly.”

Quit with the catalogue of daily events. I’m right here, people. Are you deaf?

Bevin was—deaf, that is. The batteries in his earpiece were constantly giving him trouble. At least, that was a more acceptable explanation as to why Reilly’s cry of protest as the sofa bed closed on him, did not bring immediate rectification of a totally unacceptable bit of abuse.


Some said that Reilly’s meow was wimpy at the best of times. Through several layers of foam and steel, it was less than wimpy. It was basically nonexistent.

Is someone out there? I could use a little help here. Hello?

Reilly couldn’t move, squished between the back of the sofa and the wire and foam of the bed.

This is not good. Hello? I am trying to be patient here, but I am feeling a little stressed. Now would be a good time to look for me. Hello?

Hours passed.

Okay, just a little bit this way. Ouch! Backwards, maybe? Owww, that smarts! Up? Nope, that won’t work. I think I’m having an attack of catalepsy. He-e-e-l-l-l-p!

“Bevin, did you hear anything? I almost thought I heard Reilly, but it seemed so far away.”

“Must have been some other cat.”

“Maybe we should go and look for him?”

“Have you checked the apartment, all his usual haunts?”

“Yes, but I can’t find him anywhere.”

You’re not catching on at all, are you? I’m right here. Oooof, in fact you just SAT on me! Get o-o-o-f-f-f-f.

“Don’t worry Janie. Maybe he slipped out when Phil and Deene left. I’ll go and check the hallway and the stairs.”

Don’t bother looking in the corridor. If you were any closer, I could bite your behind. Listen to the catcall. H-E-E-E-L-L-P.

Silence. Too late. They were already gone on their fruitless task of discovering the whereabouts of Reilly.

Stupid humans. As usual they are totally incapable, as useful as a vegetarian diet to a carnivore. If I am going to solve this catch-22, I’ll have to do it myself—after my nap.

More hours past. Janie and Bevin checked the building and even went so far as to canvass the neighbours. No one had seen the black and gray stripped cat. A day passed, and then another.

Enough of this. I am absolutely catastrophically hungry and I think I now have a checkerboard imprinted on me in place of my stripes. One more push and …

“Bevin, look!”

“Well, if that doesn’t beat all. The sure looks like Reilly’s tail sticking out of there.”

Reilly staggered out trying to maintain his dignity on four very shaky legs, as the sofa turned back into a bed.

“Oh, Bevin, is he okay? He looks so thin.”

Silly humans. Don’t they know that this is THE look for the season. I hope someone cleaned out the litter box.I gotta go.

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Marilyn Schnepp 02/27/06
El Neato! Bravo! Great humor, and a very entertaining read! Loved the title, Reilly's dialogue with himself, and the creativity! Super job!
geraldine witcher02/27/06
Lovely humorous story which sums up the way cats think. Shame he was stripped not striped though! Perhaps the folding mechanism of the sofabed was to blame?

Geraldine Witcher
Cassie Memmer02/28/06
Poor Reilly! This is a fun read, written well also. Very enjoyable for everyone but the cat! Good job!
janet rubin02/28/06
I am not a cat fan in the least but this was very cute and funny. Good job.
Kevin Kindrick02/28/06
Awesome. This is the second cat story I've read today, and both cover perfectly the attitudes of Cats - especially when dealing with unteachable humans.

Thanks, and God bless,

david grant02/28/06
Good concept. Needs more work. Needed to know it was a cat sooner. I was a little confused. And what is a "Catchalls?"

Pat Guy 03/02/06
Very clever! Love the dialogue and I was afraid he was going to ... you know... get squished! It was really fun to read - had me anticipating!
Debbie Sickler03/03/06
This reminded me of the cat we had when I was little. She was an out door cat, but when she had kittens, she brought them inside and hid them under my dad's recliner. Every once in a while someone would sit down and hear little meows! You did a good job with describing the cats thoughts. I did catch one typo though. "The sure looks like Reilly’s tail" Should be "'That' sure looks..." But still really cute.
Debra L. McKeen Sparks03/03/06
I knew within the first few syllables that this was a cat and it is joyfully written. Great job -- does need a little tweaking to refine it, but its a wonderful concept and I enjoyed it immensely! Cat-lovingly, dlms
Suzanne R03/03/06
The title was perfect, and the story was really well written! I'm glad he didn't die. Excellent!
Karie Spiller03/04/06
I don't ususally haunt the advanced level since I am only a beginner, but this was such a fun read.
Shari Armstrong 03/04/06
ROFL!!!!!!!! This was great. Poor kitty - but one of ours would have left a calling card that would have been noticed LOL
Maxx .03/05/06
Lol... not a cat person, but any chance to squish a cat in a sofa bed is ok by me! ;-) Nicely done.
Karen Rice03/05/06
hehheh. Bet I know who wrote this one without looking at the hints thread.

Love this story, excellent writing.

Reminded me of when I tried to fold my rotten little sister up in our fold-out couch.

Glad the kitty was ok!
Beth Muehlhausen03/10/06
Hilarious! Reilly was actually pretty darn decent - pretty forgiving, if you ask me. (Exemplary?!?)

Fun to read from his perspective, which was sort of intellectually "above" the whole thing. :-)