cat party a-go-go

[spatch]

As if a switch had been turned, as if an eye had been blinked, as if some phantom force in the universe had made a move eons beyond our comprehension, suddenly, there was no trail. There was no giant, no monster, no thing called "Douglas" to be followed. There was nothing in the tunnel but the puzzled men of courage who suddenly found themselves alone with shadows and darkness.

With the telegram, one cloud lifts, and another descends: astronaut Frank Douglas, rescued, alive, well, and of normal size, some eight thousand miles away in a lifeboat, with no memory of where he has been, or how he was separated from his capsule.

Then who, or what, has landed here? Is it here yet? Or has the cosmic switch been pulled? Case in point: The line between science fiction and science fact is microscopically thin! You have witnessed the line being shaved even thinner! But is the menace with us?

Or is the monster gone?

Comments

[redtheblue.livejournal.com]

"Somewhere a team of army engineers working on a giant fold-out changing table experience a communal lack of purpose."

[jotasbrane.livejournal.com]

I dunno, but I've still got this door.

[fancycwabs.livejournal.com]

HAS ANYONE SEEN MY KILT?

[resk.livejournal.com]

I can never be certain if the cat party really happened. All I can do is trust that my memory of it is correct.

That's the beauty of it!

Thanks so much for deleting it. Whether you meant to or not, you've helped me have faith in myself.

[joyeous.livejournal.com]

You may not have seen me, but I was that shady person in the trenchcoat lurking in the corner. I wasn't invited (you know, not being a cat and all), but I enjoyed it from a safe distance.

[tyopsqueene.livejournal.com]

slick my friend, slick.
But there will be screenshots on youtube eventually :D

[glowkitty]

hangover cat is hung over.

[spatch]

But everybody was invited!

We were wondering who that mysterious trenchcoated lurker was, though. The fedora also added to the mystery.

[gismonda.livejournal.com]

The menace is in the pudding.

[zhym.livejournal.com]

Cat party for cats is like the'60s. If you remember it, you weren't there.

Pass the Doritos.

[meedja.livejournal.com]

Ooooof, my head. I can't remember anything much, but I've got a headache, a weird fishy taste in the back of my mouth, and I've just found 3 catnip drops in my purse.

[annenayne.livejournal.com]

Lucy has some 'splainin' to do.