I watched the first offering of this trilogy and when it was over, I turned it off. It was so mind-numbingly dumb, I was in a state of shock. I started watching it because I thought it was about a cat. Wrong. A lost cat just happened to travel around and the stories took place at places he journeyed to. The first story, starring James Woods as a person who seeks help from a service to help smokers kick the habit, was insanely stupid. Alan King was the owner of the service and he warned Woods that if he ever lit up a smoke, one of his agents would spot him and they would then have to do to his wife what they are going to do to this cat. He then pulls a curtain and we see a cat standing in a cage on top of a steel grid. He plays music and the cat then jumps as sparks emit from the now electrified grid. We see a cat being tortured. Woods then agrees to the terms. He soon gets spotted taking a toke and during his next visit to Alan King's office, we get to see his attractive young wife being tortured the same way as the cat was. She then collapses and cries. Then, Alan King tells Woods' character that the next consequence could be one of his employees raping his wife. Yes, he just comes out and says it. Or maybe they'll just cut off her little finger. The story ends when Woods and his wife dine with another couple. Woods notices that his friend's wife's little finger has the tip sliced off and has stitches. The end. How profound...not. Pure garbage from a sick, overrated mind.
