Football Smootball

Now my two legs is often to be found in front of his television box watching all those little two legs in there running around kicking a ball. I have been known to try and join in and that usually brings about shouts of

"Casper get out of the way!" or "Casper I can't see through your bum!"

I find it all a bit annoying because there are times when I fancy a jolly old game of ball but there's all these two legs running about and they put a shield over the ball so I can't get to it.

Well the other afternoon I was on my way to the farm and just about to cross the big field when I saw all this little two legs running about chasing and kicking a football. I thought  - that's it. I'm in for a game.

I must admit they were kicking the ball a lot further than it goes in the television box. In there it only goes about 12 inches (I'm sorry I'm not a metrified cat so I don't understand your metres and litres and centithings and millithings) On this field they were kicking it ever so far.

I ran on the field and chased after the ball. I got right behind it and was about to start heading it round when I saw this two legs approaching. he pulled back his leg to kick the ball right where I was.

Question is what happened next?