The Glistening Rocko had proven himself more than a capable husband to Gaffer 2000 over the past 18 months, dropping
scrumptious times, firing off correspondence that would make Kowloon blush, and showing ample thigh in his New Zealand splits all across the Greater Manchesters of New England. So ubiquitous a presence was Rocko that a number of felines had privately consulted with Dover's Poet on travel plans and running routes, all amid an environment of mini-scandal with club attrition. To wit, here's the deck of cards Rocko was dealt:
- C.H. Hugglesworth - cut
- Gaffer 2000 - cut (actual laceration)
- Brandon Kowloon - cut
- King Sammy - dog ate homework
- Yars - cut
- Princess Leia - cut
- Trudy - living the dream doesn't include HKAC? = cut
- Heed - cut
- Chesto - employed the Kit Wellsian "I need to run at least 26.2 miles of the 100" defense
- Keith from New Hampshire - won't return calls
"I just love the way he glistens," added the Prof. "He's so glisteny."
"Shuffleboard," mused Hildo. "I told Madge that, no, obviously, he had not put it behind him. I just think Madge started taking him for granted."
When reminded that he drove all the way to Hampton to celebrate Rocko's promotion, Hildo said, "Oh s!^t, now I'm stuck in Hampton and Gaffer and Jason Laine are nowhere to be found."
For his part, Madge seemed resigned to Rocko's absence. "He's been talking for years about putting together a sort of Calgary version of A Mighty Wind. I'm sure he and Molly are gone. Aw hell, what am I gonna do with 12 gross of these hologram patches with him riding Gaffer?"
Will the Kittys be running only 5 cats strong at 100on100? Will Roquetta return lubed and ready to prance? The Kittys will find out in three weeks' time.