But enough about that: I doubt they will die, for cats land on their feet (well, unless they liquefy by the time they hit the ground).
Actually, funny story, I have witnessed a fury feline hit the ground backside first; he did not (unfortunately) liquefy. He bounced and jiggled like J-ello. Unphased, our hero reassembled with the roar of lions – a roar which sailed across the lands, reaching Southwest Virginia and echoed through the halls of Virginia Intermont’s Main Hall. There, outside of the cafeteria, vibrating from the sound, a small white kitten materialized.
Yes, a minuscule, innocent snowball, who gently tilted its head to the right and simply explained its entrance as, “Meow”. All I could ask was, “By what nature do you exist? Are you a boy? or a girl?” The critter mewed helplessly, which I could only decipher as, “You decide.”
So I stood back, analyzed the situation, and concluded that my trusty .357 Magnum would help me make my choice. But Bubbles meant no malice – I could see it in her eyes. A blood thirst for dragons? Maybe.
But more likely, a blood thirst for the song birds and fish outside of Mr. Smith’s office. He also enjoys playing with squirrels – before he consumes them. “Nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom,” she says. After her first ever feast of squirrel flesh, Bubbles floated into the air, shone silver blue for 2.39 seconds and fell back to the earth (on all fours, naturally). He had found her secret to immortality.
With a simple, “Prrrrr,” Bubbles told me that she would follow me into the fields of Avalon, and I trust that he was sincere. He pranced into the sunset waving the white flag of surrender, the white flag of “Bubbles The White”.
In honor of peace, Bubbles started a comedy club. The first joke he asked was “What’s a sea monster’s favorite snack? Ships and Dip!” Another joke followed: “What kind of birds stick together? Vel-Crows!”
Then, she was stolen away and tested to decipher his origin. However, the science proved un-fruitful and only produced a multitude of fluff-balls that are currently falling from the sky.
Isn’t that a prophecy of the apocalypse? Raining cats and dogs? OK, maybe not but lets just hope all these Bubbles don’t pop…
