DK-5, a Cat Story

It is estimated that rats, mice and their various cousins consume some ten percent of the world's food supply every year. The loss of life and human suffering caused by this is beyond any easy calculation. Historically, the answer to this great problem has always been to build a better mousetrap.

DK-5 is a better cat.

In some deep place filled with white neon light, the stink of lemon cleaner, and the low background hum blood and pain scratch across a place, DK-5 sits in a metal box. His box sits at the end of a long corridor filled with empty boxes. Their various cargoes have either been disposed of or are participating in various experiments, (read: dying hard and screaming). DK-5 has done his share of screaming too, but DK-5 is quiet now.

One of the little achievements that humanity has always thought well of is the climbing of Mt. Everest. In pursuit of this near impossibility men have spent millions of dollars and dozens of lives. Imagine then the surprise of a climber some two miles from its summit when a scratching at his tent flap awakens him. He opens the flap to find a small kitten standing atop the snow, the same kitten he fed a scrap of food to some weeks before in a restaurant at the foot of the great mountain.

Cats are not intelligent because they do not need to be.

One does not take rabbits to Australia, (look it up).

Cats hold grudges.

DK-5's box is now empty.

Two years have passed.

It was a great surprise to everyone when Seattle, home to many industries including a sizable animal testing facility, was destroyed by a high yield nuclear missile last night.