No pun intended (you’ll get it later).

Visability: 27%

Battery: 47% 

Health: 100% 

6:00am. 

23℃

System check complete…

The monitor screen blinked and ran a system check. Mike watched enthusiastically, ready to start the day.

“Well, it couldn’t get better!”, he exclaimed to a sullen, grumpy man named Tim.

“I woke up today two hours earlier today just because I got a phone call.” Tim was good at talking with his mouth turned frowning.

“Cheer up, we got the best job in the FBI,” Mike stated as a fact. He snapped the headset on and ran a check on the equipment. They worked for the FBI, controlling robotic cats to spy on people. They had to control the cats to act like normal pets (which meant no using the lasers or chainsaw tails). The robot’s circuits would fry if they got wet, so it’s a good thing cats hate water. Also, the mechanics are solar powered, so it’s a good thing cats love to rest in the sun. Mike thought of it as a huge video game that actually happened. It was awesome!

The cat’s eyelids flickered open to reveal a dark living room and another cat. The other cat scrambled to its feet grumpily and stretched its grey sulky body. Mike’s cat jumped up, looked around happily, and darted into the bedroom to wake up the man inside. He exited the room with a blinking red,

Health: 97% 

On his screen. His robot walked over to Tim’s cat, who had fallen asleep again. Mike flipped on his microphone. “This is Mike to Tim. Please wake up. It’s a lovely day outside, and yes it is also a lovely day in this secret FBI base too.” the black Z…s which had been vaporizing over his head immediately burst into flame and Tim bolted up in his seat as the message boomed into his head-set.

“Ok! Ok! I’m here!” he exploded, adding a few words that a hog farmer might say after his barn is blown down in a hurricane and his truck hijacked. On the screen, the gray cat brutally beat the yellow tabby.

Health: 94% 

The old man grumpy from being woken up kicked the grey grumpy cat off his other cat. Mike’s cat said a little “mew” of gratitude as the man whose name was Suspect H-27 stormed into the kitchen. Tim’s steaming voice crackled in Mike’s headset, making use of a sentence that a wailer would say after forgetting his harpoon and having his boat capsize in shark infested water,

“Quit playing around! My health is 92%!”

After breakfast, Suspect H-27 left in his truck. leaving robotic cats to goof around, go back to bed and look at suspicious files. After reading random pieces of paper that were not suspicions whatsoever, Mike started firing lint with his laser eyes. Tim tried to sleep and eventually made him stop zapping things. They charged the robots up by basking in the sun. Mike rolled on Tims tail in the proses, the screen went blank with a blinking red,

Health: 70%

Visibility 0%

He stood up and yanked off his head-set, “Look what you did now, I just have to wait until me-the-cat wakes up!” Mike steamed, not happy to be clobbered out of his video-game like job.

To be continued…