Three scientists — Papaia, Banani, and Ravioli — and their assistant Igor, who work at NASAL, start getting interested in creationism. Their superiors, worried, send them to see a psychologist, Professor Faggioli, a dubious character determined to get them fired by making them seem crazy.
We’re in Professor Faggioli’s office, where Ravioli is talking about his childhood, when he used to hide the after-school fish in his backpack to avoid having to eat it.
That time, Raviolino had hidden the backpack on top of the bookshelf, but, to keep the secret of the fish, the cat Anchovino had ended up in a misunderstanding and had been unjustly neutered, all because of Raviolino.
Faggioli: Well! Maybe he didn’t want to be neutered!
Ravioli: No, certainly he didn’t want to.
Faggioli: And what made you perceive this resentment?
Ravioli: You see, professor, from that day on, Anchovino was never the same. Sometimes he would stare at me for hours and hours, as if he felt bitterness and contempt towards me. It was as if he was judging me for what I had done to him.
Faggioli: But that was just your impression. You know well that cats don’t judge.
Ravioli: I know. Maybe it was because of the guilt I felt.
Ravioli reflects.
Ravioli: One night, the cat came into my room and climbed onto my desk. He kept staring at me with that resentful look. I fell asleep and woke up in the middle of the night. And the cat was still there, in the exact same spot, with those accusatory eyes staring at me.
Faggioli: You had to win back his friendship.
Ravioli: Yes, and one day I had an idea. I took the backpack and opened it in front of him.
Faggioli: You were trying to get his forgiveness.
Ravioli: Exactly! And it was also a good way to get rid of the fish.
Faggioli: Obviously cleaning it in the conventional way was out of the question.
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Ravioli: At first, it worked. The cat went into the backpack. You could hear the sound of his little paws scraping through the rot, and the rough tongue licking the bottom of that vile container.
Faggioli: And did it work? Did the cat forgive you?
Ravioli: Yes. Apparently, we had reached an agreement. Only it didn’t last long.
Faggioli: Ah! And why is that?
Ravioli: You see, Faggioli, that fish was too rotten, even for the cat’s stomach!
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Faggioli: So he got sick?
Ravioli: Right there in the living room, in front of everyone! So he ended up at the vet again, who gave him a gastric lavage.
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Faggioli: He wasn’t so happy anymore.
Ravioli: Definitely not! And we were back to square one.
Igor then commented:
Igor: Raviolino’s cat, when entering that backpack, had lived an unforgettable experience…
Yes, just like Ravioli’s tortures:
smelly, incomprehensible… and entirely unnecessary.
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… yes, I know that’s not how the story goes, but it’s still funny!
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… anyway… if one day, Ravioli’s cat had told the stories of his childhood to his grand-kittens, they would’ve all been similar: starting with Ravioli’s backpack, and ending badly at the vet!
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… sorry, did I say “grand-kittens”? Um, no… After the incident on the living room carpet… that was no longer the case for Anchovino!
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… thanks, of course, to Ravioli’s help!
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… but, in any case, after the adventure inside Ravioli’s backpack, for the cat, that incident was “water under the bridge”… yes, passed through his stomach during the gastric lavage!
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