In the air over the Chicago river, a rift opens and a cat drops through and into the water below. There's no yowl, no flailing limbs, just a very startled--and somewhat affronted--expression before the abnormally large feline hits the river and disappears momentarily from sight. When he bobs back to the surface, he starts paddling rather aimlessly
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He blinks. "Well. I had known of my breed's admirable insulation, but truly, such resistance to soaking surprises even myself!"
Oh, yes, there's the human to tend to. He peers up at Sark, whisks his tail around his neatly arranged paws, and bows his head. "You have my sincere thanks, human. I assure you, such unexpected intimacy with the water was not my immediate plan. If I may ask, when did you effect the installation of this waterway?"
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Sark takes a moment to just stare at the cat, wondering if maybe he's just completely lost his mind now. It could happen. He's felt like he was on the verge of it for awhile now.
He shakes that off when the cat addresses him. "I can assure you that the existence of the entire Chicago River can't be blamed on me. More than likely, the problem is that you've fallen through the Rift."
That is the only acceptable explanation for talking cats who seem to be impervious to water... Other than he's losing his mind, and he would rather not lose his mind right now.
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This, too, requires a moment of thought. Ha! Something Tag doesn't know! He will have to tell the kittens about it.
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