Monsters!

Tim, scavenging as usual, managed to get his head through the handle of a plastic shopping bag. Cue total and utter panic as he tries to flee the THING that's got him, but of course, can't escape it. He ended up cowering in a corner of the sunroom, with his tail as big as a Christmas tree.

I got the bag off him at once, and no harm done, but both he and Frank spent the rest of the evening hiding from the monster, peering into the darkness trying to spot the monster, and checking every inch of the house for the monster. (Much time was spent interrogating out the mysterious mirror-cats that live in the bedroom, just in case they were the culprits. No matter how hard you sniff, you can never smell them.)

It fascinated me that Frank was also convinced there was SOMETHING lurking in their territory - his tail was also enormous, which is always hilarious, since it's so ridiculously tiny compared to the rest of him.

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Reading about embryos and such at the moment for Quiet Game. Some of the questions this stuff provokes is like messing around with the rules in a role-playing game: when two embryos fuse spontaneously fuse to form a single chimeric individual, as occasionally happens, how many souls does the resulting human being have?

lols

"You should have heard her diatribes that flowed in angry torrents
With words you never see in print, except in D.H. Lawrence."
- Oodgeroo Noonuccal, Ballad of the Totems