Cat-n-Mouse

The passageway was narrow.  It played my whiskers like a mandolin.  Each pluck of the taut strings telling me I wouldn't fit, like some annoying song; Chubby kitty - out of luck, turn back now or you'll be stuck. 

I should not have followed him into this wall.  But he had taunted me for the last time.  Today – he would be mine, or my name isn’t - Zee Kat.