Charlie Baldwin, Attack Cat, stretched lazily in the afternoon sun, snuggled up to the warm concrete, and prepared to take a long nap on his back porch. As he plopped his head down upon his paws, he noticed two of the big cats he lived with were pulling something out from under the house. "Oh no", he meowed. They were pulling out the stinky, noisy, grass-eater. Charlie hated the grass-eater but the big cats seemed to enjoy pushing it around the yard. He could not see that it served any useful purpose other than stirring the birds up out of the bushes. Maybe that's why the big cats did it. Although he really couldn't remember seeing them chase birds, squirrels, or anything else.

As he watched the two big cats tinker with the grass eater, the kitten (named Scott) pulled on a rope attached to the grass-eater's head. After several pulls, he gave up and the big cat (named Dad) started yanking. Eventually, the grass-eater started his stinking and growling and Charlie settled down to watch Dadcat push the noisy thing around the yard. But what's this? It wasn't Dadcat...but the kitten Scott that pushed the stinker around the yard. He seemed to have some trouble moving it around. Charlie assumed that the grass-eater was stronger than the young kitten. Yet, despite his struggling, the kitten seemed to be enjoying his bout with the mechanical monster. "How strange", he thought. Then Charlie looked over at Dadcat and saw that he looked happy too.

Eventually, the kitten Scott finished with the grass-eater and he made it quiet. He had a shy smile on his face as if he knew that he had mastered the machine Charlie looked over at Dadcat and saw that he was smiling too. Charlie looked from the kitten's face to the cat's and back to the kitten's again. And then he knew why they were smiling. The kitten Scott wasn't a kitten anymore...he was becoming a grown cat. And both the kitten and the cat realized the importance of his newfound position in life.

As for Charlie Baldwin, Attack Cat, he was more interested in the important things in life. He stretched again...meowed lazily...and settled down into a long evening nap where he dreamed of chasing birds and saving the world from hoards of marauding mice.