Tired old dog, plodding along
Sing me a song, sing me a song
Songs are for cats, rainbows and rats
Toss up your hats, toss up your hats
The song starts like this, a wink and kiss
Signs hard to miss, signs hard to miss
Dance with a tree, lovely and free
What do you see? What do you see?
A bird with a brace and a miserable face
Satin and lace, satin and lace
For the sake of a friend, fortune to lend
How does it end? How does it end?
With a hug and a wave, humor to save
Forever be brave, forever be brave
This silly, nonsensical creature sprung from the first two lines, though I had to drag out the rest of it, so “sprung” is perhaps too strong a word. It’s not perfect (there are several words that aren’t the exact fit) but I had fun making it. In any case, I plan on doing something creative every day of the year. Whether or not these creations will show up on this blog depends on their content and state of completion. Cheers to lofty goals!
Ah, September 32nd. What a wonderful day. Glad I didn’t miss my ‘one post a month’ goal! Without further ado, a comic:
Oh my, how gruesome!
The revolting results →
Both Carly and her mother approach me and I sit down, looking up at their staring faces. Carly crouches down right in front of me eyes narrowed as she scrutinizes my feat of strength. I give a slow blink of endearment to her and continue to wait for them to pass judgment given their newly-discovered understanding of my unique abilities.
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At some point in the night Carly picks me up from my sleep spot and I see that we’ve stopped outside a much shorter building than the ones in the city. I hang limp for the time being (in all honesty, I’m still more than half asleep at this point). We move toward the front of the building, where there is a small light that shines through one of the windows. The door in the center of the front of the house opens and an older woman stands framed by the light from within.
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I arrive back at Chuck and I’s building but do not see her car, so I wait outside her door. A few other humans pass me by and go into their own spaces in the building, lights appearing through their windows once they close their entrance walls. I hide inside when they pass by, coming back out only when they’re gone. It is tempting to follow them, but going by Sophia’s reaction to my intrusion before, they might not take too friendly to an unknown cat. Maybe when they leave I can check some of their places out, see how they compare to Chuck’s.
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The human that enters is an older female, white haired and with somewhat wrinkled skin but standing as upright as any I’ve seen. She drops a lumpy-looking bag off to the side and then calls out. Sophia’s ears twitch but she does not move from her perch, instead talking back to her human.
“Over here, Gladys!” she says, and the human turns and sees her, bending slightly and beckoning with her hands, speaking words that will hopefully soon mean more to me than the babbling that they sound like. Sophia remains seated. “You have to come over to me today! Sorry.” Read on →
Okay, maybe it was more like a thunderclap. Either way, almost as soon as the tool roars, I feel something hit me right in the forehead. There is a sensation that I don’t really recognize, and then a tiny metal disk falls to the floor in front of me. The eyes of the human whose tool roared are very wide now. I get the sneaking suspicion that that was supposed to kill me. It certainly caught me off guard– I’ll have to be more careful next time something is pointed at me. But more importantly, I am pissed. These guys were already pushing it with all the yelling and now this? There is another roar, but this time I’m ready, and I watch the little metal spike that is launched as it flies toward me, rotating as it comes. Read on →
It’s been a month now and I still don’t know where the rest of the rookery is. Danger on all sides between those awful spotted seals and the monstrous black and white whales. Here I am, possibly the worst day of my life, and now there’s this nearly hairless, craggy monolith shooting off what may be the most profane string of sounds I’ve ever heard. Why is it here? It’s obviously not suited for the white plains, I can see its knees shaking as it puffs its cheeks and howls. The dark waters are looking more inviting by the second.
[Please ‘Like’ the original] Source [and not this repress!]: Penguin & Piper