BadPuss & RagaCat

One crisp autumn evening, as the city lights began to flicker to life, a frantic meow shattered the usual symphony of honking cars and distant sirens. It was BadPuss, the scrawny stray from the abandoned bookstore, his fur bristling with fear. He stammered about a monstrous rat, the size of a dustbin, that had invaded his sanctuary, hoarding all the discarded tuna cans and threatening to devour his precious collection of forgotten fairy-tales.