C:Uhura, I'm near the rear quadrant of Furranus. I can see the catsteroids from here.

U: Be careful, they have been know to be kinda squishy?

C: No, these seem to be O.K. I've got the shop rag in my hand and am approaching now!

Spock: Sensors seem to be pciking up signs of another scooching.

C: I'll have to take my chances, I can't let another orbit happen- I just mopped the floor.

Here goes...

Static on the radio.

Uhura: CAPTAIN, CAPTAIN!

Spock: I can't hear anything!

Bones: JIM!

Fast breathing on the radio.

C: I'm O.K., I always hold my breath when I get near the catsteroids.
I've knocked one into orbit...it's reentering the Cat Box Quadrant...I'm going for number two...

Spock: The scooching levels are increasing!

C: I've got the tail...he's not fighting, but he's not cooperating either. He's gone down on his side.......oh, he's made eye contact with me.

Bones: Jim, Look out for the fangs!

C: Bones, you're a doctor, not a vet - Butt out, please? I think he's trying to make contact with me.......he's not talking, but...

He's telling me that he's thankful that I am here! Spock, are you picking up any readings?

Spock: It seems to be an old form of Domesticus Feline, common to all pet cats from the late 20th, early 21st century!

He says, "Thanks for cleaning up my rear end, Cripes, that has never happened to me before. That really sucks."

C: Tell him it's my pleasure, ah, maybe not.....tell him that we'll let him rest and send an away team later on to clip his fur...

Spock: He seems to be responding to the message. Are you ready to be brought back aboard?

C:When ever you are ready...

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Back on board the bridge....

Spock: Job well done, Captain.

C: Thanks Spock..

Spock: That's O.K. I'll shake your hand later on...

C: Uhura, send a mesage to Star Fleet- Tell them that the catsteroids on Furranus have been neutralized and the Cat Box Quadrant is safe again.

Uhura: Aye-aye, Captain!

C: Bones, that was quite a adventure...Imagine that, I helped a cat get Clingons off of his fur!

Bones: Dammit Jim, I'm a.....

C: I know, I know.......Go back to the infirmary.....get yourself a chill pill, O.K.?

Sulu, Set a course for home, warp factor 4.......

Sulu? SULU?

Spock: I think he's watching Battlestar Galactica in his quarters.....

C: SOMEONE, GET US OUT OF HERE!

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No animals were hurt during the filming of this farce.