The restaurant full of diners, all having a good time, but now it was quiet, blissfully quiet. It was then that I heard it, that unmistakable 'me-ow in the straw ceiling overhead. Last time it was a full scale job getting you out of there. I can still see the surprised look on the diner's face as he pushed his fork into his steak at the same time as the cat started to call to the kittens.
Immediate action is required.
I'll get the ladder. Find me the big broom. He climbs the ladder, raises the square of straw ceiling to see the biggest, meanest looking tom glaring back at him from the far corner. Not coming from farming stock, he'd seen large ferals before, but not like this one. Taking aim, he lunges at the cat to dislodge him from his possie, whereupon cat leaps through the opening in the ceiling and is gone, into the restaurant itself, with him in hot pursuit, brandishing his yard broom.