A Co-Star

Rule Number 3 in the Q Dimension: If he who laughs last laughs loudest, then he who laughed first must laugh again even louder.

Roger bolted into the kitchen. Unfortunately, the exploding noise wasn't really much to write home about. (I mean, Roger already was home, so it would have been a quick delivery anyway.) It was just because Roger's cat, "Cat" had fallen off the bench onto the ground on its side. (Cat was the only cat in the world, or at least the only cat that Roger knew of, that never landed on its feet when it fell. Cat preferred to land on his side. He was a nonconformist.) Thankfully, though, a small bag of dynamite that Roger kept in his kitchen broke Cat's fall.

Don't worry, we're not into killing cats (or Cats) in this blognovel. Not unless they die for a greater cause, like liberating a small South American country or something.

The dynamite was what made the exploding noise. Cat was not obliterated in the blast, but the force of it was enough that he had been forced upward and was now stuck to the ceiling. "Mrrrraaa" mrrrraaa'd Cat. Roger went to look for a broom so he could sweep Cat down off the ceiling.

There was a knock at the door. Well, actually, there was a person at the door, and they were knocking on it. Knocks are notoriously shy in Q Dimension and don't often approach strangers on their own.

Forgetting about Cat for the moment, Roger went to answer the door.

And the adventure, BEGUN.

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