Turnip in the City Volume 5: Betsy Bean in the City
Betsy the Bean. What a floof. She found herself one day wishing she lived somewhere less gross. Her current house was kind of a dump. She loved her moms but she also was curious about the outside world. She would often stare out the window and think to herself that she wished she could frolick among the outdoor cats and tasty things to eat. Alas she had too stumpy of legs to sneak out of the house. But one day a man named Tom left the door open. No one but Betsy and Tom was home so Betsy slipped out. She ran down the hallway, it was weirdly long and she was exhausted by the end of it. Wheezing she walked to the stairs, it was quite the journey for The Bean but she made it. She was finally out in the open air. It was slightly colder than she expected, her paws were freezing. But she enjoyed being out among the treats of the world. Perhaps she would catch a mouse! Maybe not though. She could find one that was already dead...? It sounded like a lot of work to catch one and she had already walked down the stairs that day. She decided to roam around. She came across a duck. She said “Hello duck” but the duck didn’t understand her because she mainly communicated in meow grunts. “Um don’t attack me cat.” said the duck. “I don’t wanna fight you man.” The duck continued. Betsy rolled onto her back and stared up at him blankly not having understood what he had said. The duck decided he would attempt to hang out with the weird fat grey cat. She was a mellow friend for a tired old man duck. They napped together and stared at each other. “What’s shaking Betsy?” asked the neighbor cat Smokey. Betsy growled at the dark handsome cat. But then she relaxed that he was a hot tamale. She thought he looked like the cat version of a movie star. Smokey and Betsy sniffed each others butt holes and found that the smell of each other's glands agreed with them indeed. Betsy said to Smokey “Wanna meet my friend? His name is Mr. Quack.” “uh sure!” said Smokey. “He sounds nice?” They then wandered over to the duck pond and said “Mr. Quack!” but they were both cats so he still didn’t understand. “Hey Bean, how goes it?” asked Mr. Quack. The cats just looked at eachother and then the looked at him. For they did not speak duck. Smokey turned to Betsy then and said “Look babe I don’t mean to be a douche but I’m kind of in love with Med..” Betsy understood. Mud was irresistible. And Betsy was kind of tired anyway. Luckily enough for her, her moms had been looking for all day. They spotted her and scooped her up. She was glad to not have to walk home and purred. She would never forget Smokey and Dr. Quack but she was happy to be home.
The End