Unbagging the Cats 1

Unbagging the Cats 1

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Objects in Moth Eyes Are Less Sweet Than They Appear

Greetings, humanoids. I come in peace.

Actually, I came by accident. One minute, I'm flying around scouting the terrain, and the next minute I'm landing on what I think is a fine field of cotton candy, the kind movie theaters sell in foil pouches for outrageous fees. But once I set down, I discovered the dirty secret of this little landing strip. And I do not mean "landing strip" as in that euphemism you humanoids use to refer to sleekly-groomed lady-parts. No. I mean it as a narrow area on which I gingerly unfurled my six legs in order to rest my leafy wings.

Who would have suspected, from this kaleidoscope of colors, that I was about to take a load off on a puppy's afghan? Not I. That's for sure. And to amp up the embarrassment factor exponentially, that tawny striped pie-headed cat had to begin kneading said afghan while staring right through me. You would think a three-foot-high porch rail overlooking a ten-foot drop would put the kibosh on such predators. But not in this chicken-infested heck-hole. I've lost many a colleague to those gnashing beaks. Now I must also concern myself with the mountain-goat of felines.

With your world so fraught with danger, I declare this mission officially aborted. I shall seek my tasty spun sugar elsewhere. And with that, I take my leave...


Bailey Hammond said...

Haha! I just scrolled down and read some of your posts and I couldn't stop laughing! Consider yourself newly followed by this girl! (You can thank...whoever it was that linked to you for the PIF Blogfest.)

C D Meetens said...

Poor moth! I can see why it might have thought it was landing in sugary territory though ;).

Linda O'Connell said...

Once I was lounging on my back in the water at Johnson Shut Ins. I opened my eyes to discover a dozen dragon flies splayed on the pink flowers on my swimsuit top, trying to get at the nectar. It was amazing, really.

Val Thevictorian said...

Well, I already thanked Josh Hoyt, who linked me at The Blog That Helps You Diagnose Your Characters. theforsakenpetal.blogspot.com


In real life, the afghan is not quite so bright as it turned out on my son's phone camera. The first thing I thought of when viewing the pic was the balls of cotton candy in those foil bags.

No wonder my mom donated a perfectly good afghan to a found puppy!

One woman's "amazing" is this woman's "creepy".

Just like when The Pony and I opened the lid on a wooden box built for kittens to sleep in long ago, in order to ready it for our puppy, and found a huge wasp nest. The Pony marveled at its size. I was horrified that we almost put a puppy in there with it.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

I always wonder what the smallest creatures must be thinking ....
but, I am, after all, a wonderer.

Val Thevictorian said...

Yeah. I think Donna Summer did a song about you. But she spelled it wrong.