After the abysmal movie in the eighties, and the mediocre fifties television series, Felix’s career seemed to be lost forever. However a cat has nine lives and always lands on its feet. And in the mid-nineties, Felix was back with a new show, and what a refreshing change it was. Gone was the happy theme song of the previous cartoon: in its place came a trippy, warped one and a bittersweet, brooding Felix.
Although he had retained his magic bag of tricks, Felix also began using his tail, ears, and question/exclaimation marks as tools once again. Forsaken were the Master Cylinder and the goofy Professor, though Poindexter did make a appearance here and there. In their place were bizarre and surreal situations, like using a photocopier to duplicate himself to make catching a mouse easier, or trying to save the city from an anthropomorphised Bermuda Triangle.
Although the Professor had disappeared, Felix’s bag was still not safe from thieves. The sly Peeking Duck tried many a times to get his greedy wings on it, but unlike the Professor he was able to get hold of it and use it for evil. Even with his bag of tricks Felix’s life was no longer as comfortable as before. Either he had no money, food or place to live, forced into doing (very) odd jobs to get by and then getting fed up when things didn’t go to plan, to which he’d start his famous pacing to work out a way out the mess he was in.
If there were a problem with the show, it was the fact that the jerky ink-blot animation style of the twenties didn’t fit to well with the sensibilities and increased budgets of the nineties. Also the bizarre, surreal and fast-paced nature of the series made keeping a sense of what was going on tricky.
Then, for one reason or another (probably the surreal nature), as is so often the case, the series was cancelled. Still while it lasted it was Felix’s finest hour in the world of television.