If you haven't read Billy's other adventures, make sure to go back and check them out as well. Or don't. I, the hapless narrator, do not care either way.
Billy was relaxing in a Laz-E-Boy chair while watching some random television show (probably Scrubs). The episode was a good one. Ah, to be JD’s narrator. Lucky you Zach Braff. While enjoying a musical number about poo, Billy heard a sound, “Meow, Meow, Me-REEEEOWWWWWW!” It was a cat scuffle. “This is odd,” he thought.
The vicious fight lasted over what seemed an hour. It was probably closer to 10 seconds. Billy’s memory is unreliable. This battle royale of feline proportions took place directly outside Billy’s window. He shrugged his shoulders and continued to watch Scrubs. Shh. Guy Love. Ah, a classic. Billy chose not to investigate the fight because come on, it was the musical episode. J.D. and Turk were singing!
A few weeks later Billy was again watching some sort of sitcom and heard another catfight. This time the scuffle lasted longer and sounded as though it had more members. Billy counted the different cat sounds….It had at least 5 cats involved! This fighting was becoming strange. Admittedly, this time Billy was correct. Five cats fighting outside his window? Peculiar.
Later that night another catfight took place outside Billy’s window! He ran outside to find out what was happening. He had to know! Billy has a boring life!
A big circle of cats surrounded the cats that were fighting. Then Billy recalled that very mediocre film, “Fight Club.” Billy has odd tastes. He knew right then that this was what these cats were doing. Except if this were "Fight Club," aren't all the cats imaginary? Whatever. Back to Billy.
“But why my house?” he thought. He noticed one creature that seemed out of place. JAKE THE RACCOON! This was his revenge?! Creating a ring of fighting cats outside Billy’s window!? Wait? what? There was a circle of cats outside Billy’s window? This is patently false. Billy, you are a liar. Whatever, let’s go with it. Jake knew Billy hated cats. It was the perfect crime. Billy shrugged his shoulders and returned to his home.
Another mediocre tale in BIlly's life. My life. What has it become? I look in the want ads for better narrating jobs. It's just the market is so tough right now. They say the narrating economy is dead. Maybe they're right. So, does Billy have any more stories?