Scratch 

Scratch 

Claw 

Claw 

No matter how many times he tried, Bashful couldn't escape the cage. 

He then laid down in the cage, tired after all that scratching. 

  "How do cats deal with this?" Bashful pondered. 

He then yawned, and decided that maybe taking a little cat-nap might help him gain energy to escape. 

So he curled up, closed his eyes, and took a nap. 

.... 

"Isn't he cute Hildy Wildy?" 

Bashful woke up, and realized he was on Grim's lap. He tried to squirm away, but Grim's grip was too strong. 

 "Not cool..." He groaned. 

Grim looked at Bashful. 

"OH MY GOSH!!! THIS CAT CAN TALK!!!!" 

 Both Hildy and Bashful mentally face palmed. 

 "Grim, we cast a spell so he could talk to us, and only us..." Hildy groaned. 

 "Oh yeah!" 

Grim then continued to pet Bashful. 

 With each stroke Bashful shivered. He NEVER wanted to be touched by his enemies, and now here was, being PETTED by one of his enemies. 

  After a few minutes of torture, Bashful decided to intervene the petting......Well, his stomach decided to. It had started to gurgle and growl...loudly. 

 "Uh, Hildy, I think somethings wrong with this cat, his stomach is making weird noises." 

 "Grim, it means he's hungry..." 

"Well, are we going to feed him?" The goofy warlock asked. 

"Uh, no! We need to let him suffer." 

 "Okay, I know you guys are evil, but refusing to take care of a living creature? That's HORRIBLE!" Bashful said. 

 Hildy then glared at Bashful, causing his fur to stand on edge. She then sighed. "Okay, fine, we'll feed him! Because if we don't, those little dwarfs would come onto us. Okay, Grim, go an buy some cat kibble." 

 "Cat Kibble?!?!?" Bashful shrieked. But the Glooms ignored his cry, and locked him back in the cage. 

 Right when he was put back in the cage, Bashful felt disgusting. He was just petted by the Glooms, and had the need to clean himself. 

 Only problem, was that there wasn't anything to clean himself with....except...... 

 "No...way!" Bashful thought. "I'm not REALLY a cat...Therefore I don't need to act like one!" 

 But the urge was still there, and it was either feel dirty, or feel clean. So Bashful gave in.....He started grooming himself (not anything dirty) 

 It took him same amount of time to groom himself as it took the Glooms to buy some cat kibble, and put it in his room. 

 Hildy opened the cage door, and put the bowl of cat kibble in. 

 "I'm not a real cat, I shouldn't have to eat cat food." The shy cat complained. 

 The evil witch laughed. "Well, its either eat it, or starve." 

 And right on cue, Bashful's stomach grumbled loudly. He felt his face flush. 

 "its your choice..." And with that, Hildy left the room. 

The shy cat stared at the bowl, contemplating on whether or not to eat the substance that was placed before him. And again, he gave in, and ate the cat kibble. 

 Bashful had to admit, it wasn't the tastiest thing ever, but it wasn't the worst tasting thing ever, WAY better than Sneezy's cooking. 

 He shivered, remembering the time where Doc, Happy, and Grumpy were on a trip, leaving the 4 dwarfs home, and neither of them knew how to cook a proper meal, and when Sneezy tried, lets just say that nobody was able to eat for 24 hours. 

 After eating his (disgusting) meal, he stretched his legs. He had been sitting for a long time, and his legs had started to fall asleep. 

 After the stretch, Bashful, again, tried to scratch open the cage.