Just an Idea in My Head

Got this idea which has been ruminating around in my head for a few weeks now. It intersects with other ideas on other things and takes energy from them. They bounce around like atomic particles. Quite fascinating to watch.

Anyway, I'm not sure I'm ready to implement it yet, but it's getting close. I think. Hope.

It's similar to what a bunch of us bloggers are doing on Legion of On-Line Super Heroes, only with real cat pictures. I can't honestly say which idea came first, but the Legion blog was hatched first. (The ideas feed on each other, and leave remnants as they pass, so they kind of cross-pollinate.)

This idea would NOT involve readers becoming writers, so don't get all panicky. This would be one of my writing projects. However, should anyone wish to add their creativity that would be fine with me. It's got some more cooking to do, but I wanted to throw a bit out just as a kind of taste test.
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Hey, I Can Write, Too

Why is it that humans think they are so special? They do something silly and useless, and suddenly they think they have value. When are they going to learn that their value is entirely dependent on how we happen to view them at any given moment in time?

Take today. I had to punish Spouse and Son this afternoon. They were in the study going through some of Son's things, putting them into boxes. Now Son probably has the best things of the three of them, although I like watching Bevie in front of the kumputer thing. All of that movement. Can't catch anything, though. I've tried.

Anyway, I figured this was a good opportunity to explore the room and play with some of those cheweable things. Normally, I can't get in there. Well, I'm hardly in there any time at all and Son whacks me on the head. And Spouse blames me! Son claimed it was an accident, but humans are not allowed. Well, there was only one response. I had to walk to the door and sit with my back to them. Bevie saw me. Asked me what was up. Upon Son's confession, Bevie congratulated me on my firm paw and walked away. Bevie knew better than to interfere in a disciplinary action.

But humans are so silly. Bevie writes and thinks that's some kind of a big deal. Well, meow, meow, meow. I can write, too. And to prove it, here is a poem I wrote just today. I call it, Why Did God Make People?

Why Did God Make People
by Firestar

So why did God make people?

It’s my understanding he made them last.

That means he made them after cats.

But from a different mold he cast.

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People aren’t like house cats.

They aren’t like wild cats, too.

In fact, they aren’t like anything.

Except, perhaps, baboons.

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They’re noisy and they’re smelly.

And they can’t catch things like mice.

They aren’t much good at anything.

‘Cept feeding, which is nice.

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I keep three humans here with me.

I try to keep them trained.

But training humans is a full-time job.

My patience oft is strained.

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But their bodies do have warmth.

And their hands can be so tender.

So laying on their laps,

Is the way to spend a winter.

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So, take that, Bevie! Mrrrooowwwllll

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Happy Rabbit Hole Day!

The Bombo Wallofrogs

The Bombo Wallofrogs arrived late in the morning with two busloads filled with bowls of orange tadpoles.

The Weefermegs were there to greet them with all appropriate song and verse, as well as a banquet of fresh Kellilags served over rice pudding.

After the banquet we went swimming at the fru fru pond and Captain Shamizka surprised us all with a rendition of Howard Goofel’s, One Time on the Island of Lupahs.

We played burble ball and horkey nets and generally continued on in amusement until evening fell and we all went to our giflefans.

I hope tomorrow is as fun. We’re supposed to go cheepahsanning in the morning and hike the trails under Themo Morpha after lunch.

Wish you were here.

From The Tales of Whimsy, by Bevie James.
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Cat Nap

Meow.

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