Say you’re sitting on a bookshelf. You have a long tail, whiskers, and beady little eyes. Suddenly you hear a sound and see a biped staring at you, looking, very quiet. He moves and you hide. The biped slams the books against the back of the shelf and you are pinned. Time passes and soon you feel a gloved hand on your tail. Light. The other hand, also gloved, catches the scurf of your neck. They you get a little drink and remember no more.
The moral of this story? Don’t hide behind things that can be moved by things bigger than you.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!
Wanna borrow a cat? i have a few to spare. Hee!
Comment by sciencegrrl — May 20, 2004 @ 11:20 am