A couple days ago we told you about the First Annual Loveless Motel Cat Show. Scratch that. (so to speak). Make that First and Last. Here's what went down. A late entry was called in Friday night, and Nic allowed the two men, Alberich and Bob, to enter their cat. The men arrived with quite a bit of luggage and one very large crate, and due to its size, they were given a larger unit on Lover's Lane near the other entrants' lodgings, however all the recently tiled units were taken and so a carpeted unit had to do.
Yesterday morning, the day of the show, held in Footlight Fairies Cabaret, each of the owners set up his table with his cat on display, and Alberich and Bob wheeled in their sizeable crate. The table had to be removed due to its inadequacy, and the two men stood next to the big box while the auditorium filled with cat fanciers and curiosity seekers alike. There were oohs and ahs as the crowd began to circulate among the tables, hardly observing little easy-to-follow directional signs like "Do not insert your fucking fingers into the fucking cage". The temptation to feel fur is just a bit much for some people, and so there was a lot of touching and feeling going on of the cats, too. Foregoing the usual understated attire for such a show, Alberich in his rhinestone studded cape, and Bob with a whip, in his bulging skin-tight unitard, stood out among the others, but unfortunately the crate being guarded by the two men was solid wood, and there was nothing to be seen, so the crowd largely ignored them.
Damon and Pythias
Pyewacket
Piddles
Patty, Maxine and LaVerne
Butterball
Lucifer
Bobbi Frapples
At some point, the Emcee, one of the Cabaret's most glamorous drag queens, reportedly hung like a racehorse and a bossy top man, Bobbi Frapples, was heard over the sound system (deeply) directing the crowd to take their seats around the perimeter of the performance ring that had been set up, and each man began to walk, leash in hand, flaunting his pussy to the animated applause of those assembled to witness the show. The three judges held up placards with a score, and Piddles was a clear favorite to win.
Finally, Alberich and Bob were called to walk their entry in the ring. Pulling a ripcord on the crate, a huge circus cat leapt from the box and neither Bob nor Alberich were able to grab its leash as it headed for the available prey unprotected by their cages. The scene was horrific.
After containing the big cat, it became evident that the only thing to do was to call on Dr. John Long, who as it happened had already been called to the hall earlier when a contestant tripped over a litter box which he suspected had been placed there by a jealous rival.
An unfortunate injury was also sustained when the escaped big cat chased down one of the waiters who, as it happens, had met and served his stalker's handlers at Birdwhistle's Tearoom and after his shift had been himself invited "to see our Bavarian cowbell collection." In the midst of that little interlude, complete with a demonstration, he found himself serviced on both ends by Alberich and Bob in their accommodations on Lover's Lane the evening of their arrival. He even asked "What's in the box?"
But to no avail; the only answer that came was a series of grunts and a slew of dirty and delicious fuck words.
Now one-handed, he'll never ring anyone's bells again, let alone serve them dinner. And to top it off, his missing part happened to be on the dominant, right side! Working at Loveless Motel in any capacity comes with both great rewards and unspecified risks.
It was all Dr. John could do to attend to the wounded and mop up the cats, in hopes of finding a few that me might be able to use in a new display of anthropomorphic taxidermy.
The Last Cat Show at Loveless Motel
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