Archive for October, 2004

inolifactory

As I sit here on the hariless-tom scented computer bag, I admire the way my own eyes flash and glow in the window’s reflection as they catch the headlights.

My thoughts are resting koi slow with glittering catching ehre and there.

I contemplate my last inter-dimensional trip from which I just returned. I visited something you could comprehend as olifactory chameleons. They are a creature gifted with the ability to shift the size of their scent-field, and like a cowbird, mimic other scents. They can put on the musk of a tom, or by turn of will, smell like fresh blood, direct the smell to lure, for amusement or lunch, some naive creature who thinks nothing of its grey shape. Until you are trained to understand the gifts of this creature we call huras, it is easy to be deceived. The huras can be any gender, any branch of creature that communicates chemically. It can control the amount of release to keep proportional to the production it would immitate.

I lunar spent hours just appreciating (from a distance) how huras can operate. Even sensing the wave of scent settling to replace the last impression it made in advance of another creature’s approach and knowing it was cloaked in with the scent of the shadowed sedge yet even still to make out its distinct olifactory outline was a pleasant trick to play on my own brain. It’s a night for transformation.

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almost an error

Those folks accidentally closed the sleep-room door. That would have prevented our nightwatch. Before you become alarmed at this obstacle to science, let me hasten to assure you that the door did not latch. Yes, I feel better about that too.

Given a claw, deft as always, I could open it a crack. With that paw-wiggle room, I could get a front foot rough and bat it wider, big enough for my head then press myself through, allowing my colleague through too to get her optimum position for dawn food call.

If that had not worked, I could ahve resorted to my telekenesis, but at my apprenticeship level, a practical claw was more expedient.

Miao for now

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no catcalling please

I’m nobody’s furry baby. This pussy belongs to no one. I do not respond to “master’s” command and call. I come and go as I please as free agent. I am no a moggy any more than you are. From head to all 20 toes I’m purely my own cat.

Just wanted to clear the air.
[sneeze.]

(Was that a can opener? excuse me. I’ll be right b -)

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hair trigger

Oh this retched coat. What will I do with it? It gets in my mouth and I must say I have a hair trigger response that the carpet feels teh outcome of just now. I tried covering it over with toiletry sand but its a long kick and I think I’ll just hide out over here for now instead, maybe nibble on this papyrus instead, maybe knead a pillow of two. oh, no, I found something better. Used clothes left out. I’ll nest in that…Ah, few circles now a good long nap on the white one.

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Irving

Let’s hear it for my best new buddy Irving Let me break teh news to him. He doesn’t know we’re friends yet since I have haven’t been able to jig up the connection but in time, how could we miss? Idn’t he capital Q cute?

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tappity tap tap tap tap

She keeps pawing that keyboard. I want my turn to upload my homily, but it seems that despite being so close to the entry point, I’ll have to just psychically mo-blog instead. Did I not declare dibs hours ago? How did she miss it?

I try distracting her by walking across the keyboard but to no avail. I try luring her like Lassie to food even though it is full and race back and jump on her chair before she gets back. She’s just lifts me off. Sitting at her shoulder, I try tapping her arm over and over, sometimes with a relaxed paw, sometimes with claws extended just to keep things interesting.

She
keeps
typing.

Wonder what she’s up to anyway. The other is at that too.

I try leaving a trail of footprints across what he’s working on but his patience is endless to lift me off and set me aside. this could get amusing. Back adn forth, lick a hand, scratch my chin on his screen, display my ever so pretty derriere in the lovely backlighting. Try typing a bit in his document.

And I’m airlifted. I can start to see the tiniest of jaw clench now. This could get to be more fun than anything I was about to tell you about anyway. Perhaps I’ll see just how many crossings I can make…

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Career cat with the hairless talls.

Not me. Not in this sense at any rate.
Jack works at a train station. Or so the story goes.

Natural enough. My paws are mostly good for transportation but some are “handier” with their 5 or 6 toes. Why not.

For myself I would rather jsut enjoy this sun patch. Ah, roll. Roll. Can’t get enough R&R. If someone could just pin that sun in place…the moonlight is lovely to anticipate too.

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