Blaine looked at the cat.�
�� The cat looked at Blaine.
�� Blaine sat on the floor while Lord Tubbington perched on Blaine's bed. He frowned. The cat was evil. It was the only explanation. In the ten minutes that Blaine had left the room, Lord Tubbington had already found a blazer to munch on. BLAINE'S blazer. He scowled. Why hadn't he done his laundry today? Why couldn't there be at least one other blazer in his dorm? Why did he have to fight a cat for it instead?�
�� "OK Blaine. You can do this. You can outsmart the cat. You can retrieve your blazer!" He chanted to himself. �Blaine jumped for the blazer, only to have Lord Tubbington leap off the bed and crash into the dresser next to it. The crash was deafening. Blaine sighed. Maybe he couldn't outsmart the cat. Even with Blaine's higher intellect, he was pretty sure the cat had at least ten pounds on him. Blaine was just about to try and tackle Lord Tubbington again when David burst into his dorm.
���"Blaine! Come on, you're running late! Wes will gavel us to death if we don't-" He suddenly broke off, gaping at Lord Tubbington.�
�� "Cat. " David stated flatly, obviously shocked.�
David's slack-jawed expression would have been comical in any other situation, but right now, Blaine was more focused on the blazer.
�� "Right now, I think it's more of a fuzzy beluga whale possessed by some sort of evil demon. " Blaine admitted exasperatedly. "I have take care of him for a couple days. You know how I volunteer at an animal shelter?" David nodded. "Well a girl named Brittany �brought him in this morning, and all the kennels are full, so I get the joy of Lord Tubbington's prescence. "
�� David grabbed Blaine by the shoulders and pulled him onto his feet.�
�� "Blaine. The cat scares me. It's eating a Dalton blazer. What kind of cat eats a blazer?!"�
�� Lord Tubbington ripped off another small piece of the clothing and purred happily. David whimpered in fear, clutching his own blazer closer to himself.�
�� "Blaine, I think we should just give the cat the blazer, and leave the room as quickly as possible. "
�� Blaine was about to protest, because he LOVED his blazers, and leaving this one to be kitty kibble seemed wrong, until Lord Tubbington looked him straight in the eyes and hissed menacingly.�
�� "You know what David? You're right. You can just lend me one of your blazers, kay?"
�� David nodded. �The boys backed out of the room, and then sprinted to Warblers practice.�


At practice, Blaine couldn't focus. Thoughts of the feline in his dorm room were freaking him out. All Blaine could imagine was the state of his poor poor blazer, and what else Lord Tubbington might have found to snack on. Even the new kid, who was clutching a canary cage, and was really cute, couldn't distract him.�
�� Blaine's visions of mutilated leather dress shoes were interrupted by the sound of an all-too-familiar gavel banging against the Council Table. Wes, another good friend of his, was making an announcement.�
�� "...and so, in conclusion, the ties worn at Sectionals this year will be 78.3 percent cotton, instead of our usual 78.5 percent cotton ties. Now I know that this decision is a radical one, but I trust that we will get through it together, and we will all be better men, and more importantly, better Warblers because of it. Meeting dismissed. "
�� Blaine got up to leave with the rest of the Warblers, talking with David as he went up to his room to check on Lord Tubbington. On the walk there, they discussed Wes's announcement, whether or not the new kid would kill his canary within the next week, and whether or not the ominous storm clouds outside would last long enough so that P.E. would be cancelled. When they passed Blaine's room, they both stared in it in shock.�
�� The door was wide open.�
�� Lord Tubbington had escaped.�