Banjo Cat

Banjo Cat brings his banjo around town and plays in all the bars, or as many as he can. He’s a one man show, you know. He gets tired too. Or, a one cat show, I should say. He brings his banjo around and he puts on his star covered boots before every performance and his small pink cowboy hat. This makes him feel confident and pretty and of course, adorable. He gets most of his tips from being adorable. In fact, he goes to the groomer’s everyday to get his hair done. He likes to go for the fluffy look but he’s thinking of cutting it. He’s not entirely sure if he can pull it off.

It didn’t always used to be like this.

He escaped his suburban home at the age of 17 and went off to music college, but no one ever finishes music college. He dropped out and started his journey to become a cat superstar. This unfortunately led to him waiting tables for a while and smoking cigarettes during his fifteen minute breaks behind the restaurant he worked at. He knew he had to break his smoking habit. Not yet.

One day, after a particularly bad day at work (people refused to call him adorable), Banjo Cat was walking home at a particularly slow pace. He walked slow in times of sadness. He didn’t know why he was sad because the only reason he was working late shifts at the restaurant was because he quit music school because he thought he had a chance at fame and fortune. Before his restaurant shtick, he had a vision and he had hope. He was beginning to feel a bit lost. Literally and physically. He did not know which part of town he had wandered into but as he looked around he made eye contact with something beautiful. In a shop window, a shop he had never seen before he saw the boots he would find himself wearing every day after that day. They were pointed and heeled and they had stars on them.

He left his job the next day, and marched onward in the city wearing his new boots. He spruced up his banjo with stars and glitter and love. He played wherever he found himself, but he was starting to get hungry. He needed money and food.

One day, a Bar Turtle saw him and he saw talent in him and his banjo. Banjo Cat’s music made Bar Turtle remember the times in his life when he was more than just a bar turtle- when he was young and in love and everything made sense. He had since grown old and grumpy, but this music brightened up his night and he wanted the guests at his bar to experience the same feeling, because he knew exactly what they were feeling. They were all bar turtles there.

So Banjo Cat played in Bar Turtles’ bar, and other bars, with his star covered boots and star covered banjo. And his heavy sadness that was wrapped around him melted off into happiness because he realized what he was searching for when he left music college: making others happy. It was only just beginning. He also broke his smoking habit.