It came from infinity, that voice, they could hear that voice again…
“Hey Meeces, yooz wanna eay-ern mah respect-a huh ?”
“Where is it coming from Barry ?”
“I think its a god George…”
“A cheese god ?”
“Maybe”
He never knew why, or how, it happened, but every now and then the cat would awake from his afternoon slumbers to find himself well and truly wrapped up. No ransom was ever received and the cat had to wait for the owner to return to be freed, neither the cat nor the owner ever found out the truth…

Don’t give me that look again George, if I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times, your addiction to cheese is going to end with you splattered all over the kitchen floor, just like your Impatient Uncle Ian, is that what you want, hmmm ?
Sometimes Barry had to play hardball…

The Meeces were using the sleeping cat’s tail to slightly modify the purpose of the dreaded Trap o’Doom, as the cat was shortly to discover…
The cat knew that when the sun shone then the meeces would have an idle hour with the newspaper, he also knew to approach from behind so as not to cast a shadow…