Secretly, I’ve been going out at night and fighting crime as a vigilante, like Man-Bat from those comic books. I leave my thirty-seven cats in the apartment with Ms Cranberry (she thinks I am going out to see my secret lover, but that couldn’t be further from the truth – I’m totally single). It’s been a wild ride so far. And I mean a literal ride because the Catmobile is an awesome vehicle. There’s nothing distinctly ‘cat’ about it, but I figure if people knew my real identity, they’d call me the Crazy Cat Lady for my superhero name. So obviously I would use the Catmobile. 

Let me tell you a little bit about the Catmobile. For starters, it’s broken at the moment. Yeah… I kind of smashed it into the side of a building to try and stop a criminal (he escaped, by the way). Smash! Crash! Bang! It was crazy, and the Catmobile is terribly damaged from the whole thing. I took the Catmobile to my local mechanic, Bentleigh, but he said there was nothing he could do. I guess it is just too advanced of a vehicle for his knowledge. Totally understandable. So I’ll have to fix it up myself, which should be fine. 

The Catmobile is white with patches of light brown, like Mittens, my favourite of the cats at home. I’ve had mittens for seven years, so I really wanted to pay homage to her through the vehicle’s decal. The Catmobile is really special and deserves to be treated like the princess she is. The other day I was talking to someone who said he knows how to do brake repair around Moorabbin. But upon reflecting further, maybe he meant that he can do break repair. That would be handy. The Catmobile is broken, after all.

Actually, I think I will take my vehicle to a professional mechanic. I need to get back on the road and can’t really afford to do the repairs on my own. There’s justice to be delivered by my swift hand. Let’s hope I can get my awesome skateboard fixed up soon!