The werewolves took off at a full sprint in that direction, barking, growling and leaping over downed branches. Wracked with worry for the gray cat but feeling powerless to help him, Tabs watched the wolves go until they were too far into the forest to see them.
“Mrrrrrrowww!” the gray cat had said. Help me! Please help!
Tabs had to do something.
He stood up for the first time in what seemed like hours but was really only a few minutes. Compressed as he’d been while the werewolves were searching, he was retaining some of his body heat, but the full force of the chilly wind dug deep into the downy fur of his soft underbelly now that he was standing.
The plank Tabs had used to climb up to the windowsill, and from there up to the roof, was almost directly below him on the ground, which was covered by pine needles. Lot of good that’ll do me now, Tabs thought.
The roof was long and wide and, except for a chimney and a few air conditioning units, completely empty. Tabs wondered if there might be another way down, maybe a fence he could hop down to or a stack of boxes or something somewhere on the other side.
He scampered along the edge of the roof, looking for anything he could use to climb down.
Deep in the forest, something roared. It was deep and strong and powerful. It sounded huge!
What the heck was that!?
Then, the werewolves were howling. Tabs looked but couldn’t see anything. The wolves were howling and barking and yipping. And there was something else, too. Yelping. Something was yelping in what sounded like pain.
The gray cat?
The fierce battle raged like thunder for three seconds, and then it stopped.
After that, nothing.
A minute passed. The next sound Tabs heard was his own exhaling. He’d been holding his breath.
He shook violently now, from both terror and temperature, and breathed in fits and starts.
Tabs thought he heard something at that moment, a brief groan from somewhere off in the forest, but he listened hard for it and didn’t hear it again.
He did hear something else, though, a distant whump-whump-whumping that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and it was getting progressively louder.
“Mrow!” Tabs exclaimed. Helicopter!
To follow our story from the beginning…
Who is Tabs the Cat? About five years ago I befriended a stray, flea-bitten tabby cat with a bad case of worms. I could see he’d fallen on hard times, but his profound knowledge of high fashion and department store cosmetics led me to believe that he was more than meets the eye. We became fast friends, and now he’s actually my boss (and a successful kitty model). 🙂
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,
Karen
P.S. I hope you enjoyed today’s special Academy Awards-inspired installment of Sundays With Tabs and Chapter 8 of our ongoing story (even I’m nervous!). To see what else acclaimed kitty supermodel Tabs the Cat has been up to over the years, check out Sundays With Tabs, the Archives: From Anastasia to Zoya.
Meredith says
LOVED the movie theme this week. Les Mis was my favorite. For such a pampered husky boy he sure can do the desperate and starving look very well. Guess I shouldn’t expect anything less with his level of talent.
hanna says
I always love these silly posters with Tabs.
Lisa says
Your Sunday editions always crack me up! I lurve Tabs!
Kristy says
Karen, I love your site, your reviews, your photoshops and your stories but I am telling you, if you kill off the poor grey cat, I will be awfully upset!!!
Jay @ Wayfaring Beauty says
Love the Tabs posters, hahaha – dare I say they’re purrfect?
Kim says
Tabs’ story continues to keep me on the edge of my seat!
I loved the Puss-in-Boots look in his first poster. I don’t think I need to say the second poster was quite nice, too. 😉
Tiffany says
I love Tabs! Cute posters. 🙂
Shelley says
LOLOL @ LES CHAT MISERABLES. SUCH AN AWESOME FACE. Lincoln’s cat was cool, too.