Skratch the Cat Burglar headied to the cinema to
watch a film called Bringing up Baby, not out of interest in leopards,
but because he was writing a learned paper on director, Howard Hawks. It was due the next day and lateness made Skratch nervous.“Hello Skratch.”
Skratch looked up to see Ghost Bunny emerge from a previous performance. She was
the last being he wanted to meet, because Skratch never admitted to anyone,
far less himself, that he was completely terrified of Ghost Bunny. He tried to
hide this with a bonhomie that did little to convince Ghost Bunny - and in
order to counter it, she also hailed Skratch like a long lost brother. “How’s
the Wabbit?” she cried with gusto. “Oh
why do we always talk about the Wabbit?” asked Skratch. “He’s a wonderful role model,”
said Ghost Bunny. “He’s a self-appointed hero and conceited too,” said Skratch.
“What about you?” said Ghost Bunny, smiling to herself. “What’s that obscure
film book you’re trying to hide?” “I’m not hiding it,” said Skratch, pushing it
into his fur. “Leave it be", said Ghost Bunny, “you must foreground the
signifier.” “You know about film?” gasped Skratch.” I’m a Ghost of Pluto, First Class. I’ve seen
all the films in this galaxy and beyond.” “Oooh!” said Skratch, “then you must
have a favourite.” “I’m a scientific ghost and strictly neutral,” said Ghost Bunny.
“Oh, go on, go on, go on,” said Skratch with enthusiasm and he danced from paw
to paw. Ghost Bunny didn’t hesitate. “ Cat
on a Hot Tin Roof,” she nodded.
