Mr. Patches runs for city council

When he came home from work, he was greeted at the door by his cat, Mr. Patches. He stood at the door motionless, he had never been greeted in such a confrontational manner before. Though it was almost impossible for anyone else to read underneath his fur, he could tell that Mr. Patches had a facial expression of contempt. He knew Mr. Patches that well.
“You ok Mr. Patches?” He said hesitantly.
“No.” Mr. Patches said, maintaining his facial expression.

He hadn’t ever heard any sound like that come from Mr. Patches before, but he could of swore the kitten said, “No”. He blinked a few times and shook his head with his mouth agape. “Mr. Patches- I could of swore you just said no. You silly kitten! When did you learn to make that noise?”
“I’ve been able to do it for a while now, Dick. But you’re too wrapped up in your own little bubble to have ever noticed.”
He was speechless, he continued to stand at the door, frozen in the same position as when he first came in with one hand on the knob and another on his briefcase.
“I’m going to run for city council.” Mr. Patches said flatly. “I’m not asking, I’m telling you.”
“How… How do you?”
“A shoe-leather campaign. I’m going door to door to get the word out.” He added, as he pushed him aside with his little paws to get through the door. On the way, he grabbed a small bag full of buttons, and slung it around his shoulder.
“where… Where did you get the buttons?”
“Your credit card. I’m sure you don’t mind. You couldn’t of expected to keep me here against my will forever you know.”


As Mr. Patches walked down the sidewalk, he turned toward the screen door where his owner stood, looking out at him wide-eyed. “Things are going to change around here, and I’m going to use the political machine to make it happen.” He looked at his owner with large, soft kitten eyes. “I’m sorry.” Then he turned and walked down the driveway. He had a hard road ahead of him, but Mr. Patches was prepared for it.