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in the air while howling in pain.

    he howled.
    ‘Sound familiar?’ said the empress.
    ‘The doggy distress call,’ growled Rocket.
    ‘Not enough to fool you on its own, of course,’ explained Lady Fluffkins, licking her lips with evil glee. ‘But dogs do love to dig, and I knew you would uncover the hidden
hologram. And by then you’d be like a dog with a bone . . .’
    ‘Mistress?’ enquired Baldy, who was unfamiliar with the saying.
    ‘Powerless to let it go!’ hissed Fluffkins.
    ‘Well, you can’t keep me here, and the moment I get back to the Dogstar we’ll blast this bone to the other side of the galaxy, taking you and your mimicking
minion with it,’ Rocket delared.

    ‘Oh, you’re not going anywhere,’ chuckled the empress, nodding to Baldy, who hurried away to press a button on the wall. ‘I want you to have a ringside seat for the
invasion of planet Earth.’

    Rocket heard a faint humming and looked up in time to see that the galleries of archways were opening, each arched door slowly flipping up revealing small compartments with cats in them. The
soundproof chambers had blocked out the rumbling purr from hundreds of Siamese cats.

    ‘I love it when a cat-themed plan comes together,’ said the empress.
    ‘Cat theme?’ Rocket frowned. ‘We’re in a giant dog bone!’
    ‘A minor exterior detail to dumbfound you and your dopey dogs,’ spat Fluffkins, puffing up her tail. ‘On the inside we have copycats and cat flaps and catacombs and
catwalks!’
    The empress gave a silent signal and dozens of the cats immediately leaped down, wearing long white robes and matching headbands. They landed softly on the floor and in a few nimble leaps and
flips had formed a high wall around the dog.

    ‘Woooooonnnngg . . .’ the cats droned together in low Siamese voices, surrounding Rocket on all sides as a large open cage was lowered over him from the ceiling.
    ‘The Siamese Samurai,’ said Lady Fluffkins, waving the warriors back to their chambers as she stepped forward, slammed the cage door and locked it. ‘They are the deadliest cats
in the galaxy,’ she added, tossing the key behind her for Baldy to catch.
    ‘Well, they look weird,’ laughed Rocket, stalling for time while he tried to come up with an escape plan. ‘And they don’t seem very deadly to me. In fact they all look
half asleep!’
    ‘They’re meditating, you foolish fleabag,’ growled the empress, slinking over to his cage.

    ‘Which deadly martial arts, exactly?’ asked Rocket.
    ‘All of them,’ grinned the empress. ‘The Siamese Samurai begin their training as kittens on a silent mountain planet at the edge of the galaxy. These finely tuned killing
machines are experts in judo, kung fu, ju-jitsu and kendo, to name but a few, all finely balanced with deep meditation. They are utterly unstoppable!’

    Moments after the Rover had docked beneath the big bone balloon, Oscar had hopped from his hiding place in the cockpit and followed Rocket through the airship without making a sound. The
little dachshund didn’t even yap when he saw the captain enter the main chamber and Lady Fluffkins’ trap. He kept quiet and out of sight the whole time, knowing that he alone would have
to rescue Rocket.
    When the giant circular doors closed, Oscar had sniffed around outside the chamber and eventually found a tiny cat flap built into the rubber wall. He crept inside to find himself amid
multi-storey catacombs filled with snoozing Siamese cats.
    The sight of so many moggies made the sausage dog want to yap more than anything else in his life, but he remained silent, stepping over their tails as he moved up through the kitty-cat
catacombs, searching for an empty chamber. When he eventually found one, Oscar crept inside and peered down at the cage containing the leader of the Spacemutts. Lady Fluffkins and Baldy were busy
at the cockpit, so the sausage dog waved a little paw, hoping to get the captain’s attention.
    Rocket was