The Ongoing Story, ever play theatre sports? Options

[Ashbless]

I start the story and you continue it. Our hero or anti-hero can do or go wherever the imagination takes him. Add in other characters, settings, or eliminate 'em and let's see where this goes.

Once upon a time there was Bob. Bob was a fairly average cat who's paws directed him away from his cushy life in the 'burbs and into adventure. Spying an open car window he lept in and curled up under the seat....

[Ashbless]

(This post in honour of the late Faye Wray - a canadian actress who screamed her way into the heart of King Kong and many fans)

Angela sat in the midst of her grisly trophies. She'd done it. She'd finally tracked HER down. The one Tort cared for the most. HER name had been all over the papers and now SHE was back in the city.
And so close. Only a couple blocks away.
Angela had faked her dealth to free her LostSoul from the still possibly suspicious police. No one would think of her as the killer if she was dead. Now she was free to track down the last obstacle to Tort's love. As she had systematically gotten rid of all those others.
Tort had dropped Angela. He had told her that she just didn't have any fire in her. The beautiful blonde had mentally snapped.

(Okay now it gets a bit silly )

Bob, the cat in post one, hunted. Slowly stalking bits of flower and bugs in the backyard of his home when he saw it. Something fluttering. He quickly dropped into pouncing mode and started his early warning butt wiggle. With a leap he saw it - a fairy. Excellent. They'd been rare since the English started putting them in cakes. Bob could almost taste it.
The fairy glanced up at him as he pounced. Quickly swung it's bag of fairy dust right into Bob's muzzle. In the explosion of magic dust the fairy made his escape from the hungry feline.
Bob sat disappointed. Then suddenly sneezed and grew a foot. A spate of sneezing took him and he swelled to movie monster proportions!
Why, this was great! Instead of one little munchie there were now lots! More than a cat could count. Bob quickly snatched up a couple people for a quick snack producing mass panic in the neighborhood. The munchies all disappeared into the boxes but a clever paw soon pulled one open.
A massive paw broke through the front door and ripped off the front portion of the house. In peered a massive fanged head as Marie desperately phoned for help. With a death grip on the cell phone she ran for the back door, legged it across the yard, and vaulted the fence in one go. The buxom beauty of post two sprinted down the alley.
Bob washed his nose with a thoughful paw to let the prey think it had escaped. The better to extend the fun and then ambled after it, crushing a few cars along the way.
Marie ran a block or so and gasped for breath. Where were those idiot police when you wanted them? She nipped in beside a two storey house out of the monster cats direct line of sight and tried to think of a plan.
Why this was better! thought Bob. The prey had hid in the new box. He hooked a paw second storey window and peeled back the roof. Aha, caught it! A quick lunge and he gently held the screaming Angela in his mouth. A quick game of toss and pounce will be just the thing thought Bob.
A buzzzzzing whine of approaching aircraft distracted him. A cat is not an ape though and one quick bite did for the unfortunate screaming blonde flame wielding maniacal Angela. Bob dropped her dead body back into her nest of incriminating, Tort name clearing evidence and bounced around the block to a clearer spot from which he could better attack the new buzzy toys.
Marie let herself into the house to see to the unfortunate cat victim. She stood in the former study in shock, looking at the montage of her own images with 'Die Witch Die' scrawled across them in red paint.