Stinky the Cat could not believe his luck. A routine poker game in the shadier part of town had once again turned ugly. He should have known that betting with live mice was bound to cause problems. While Os had lost a paw and Buffy some whiskers, he had landed himself one very sweet piece of BlackBerry.
He sprawled out on his back, the BlackBerry resting easily on the curve of his wide tummy. It felt good there and somehow right, like a predetermined destiny had now been fulfilled. He bounced it up and down a few times and started purring. It was even better than his last catnip high.
Now, unbeknown to most, Stinky was not just a pretty face with an irresistible kink in his tail. He was also technologically-minded and wasted no time in activating the handy GPS function. His target was of course the rare striped Orange Fish – quite the delicacy in some cat circles. As he pawed in the last known coordinates of the slippery little sucker, an unmistakable quiver of excitement flurried through him. Could it really be as easy as this? If he found one he would surely become the legend of all time. They would name cat food after him or offer him a lucrative cartoon deal like Garfield. The possibilities were endless.
The sleek device wasted no time in honing in on the target and Stinky feasted well that night, safe in the knowledge that he would go down in history.