GYPSY, ghost cat VS ALIEN!

{Courtesy Dave Melvin}

 

“When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.”
― Gypsy, Ghost Cat

 

 

So there I was watching the rolling credits to ALIEN, thinking what a great human Ripley was for going back for her cat.

 

I was curled up in Food Guy's favorite chair.  He wasn't using it.  He was out on one of those blood runs of his.

 

Why do I still call him Food Guy when I can't eat?  He still puts out food for me to knock around the kitchen floor.

 

I coulda won the World Cup for America if they just accepted ghost cats.

 

I went cold as I heard hollow laughter.  Aw, mouse turds.  That DayStar Guy. 

 

Why couldn't he pick on someone his own size -- like the Statue of Liberty?

 

It came from the kitchen.  I padded all ninja-like to peek around the corner.  Aw, jeez.  An honest-to-acid blood Alien.

 

And it was drooling all over my food!

 

I charged it, hissing.  It hissed back.  I hissed louder, bucking my back to boot. 

 

"Lay off my food, Drool Lips!"

 

Its inner teeth shot out at me, and I dodged.

 

"Hey, no French Kissing on the first date!"

 

It lunged for me.  I twisted and ran into the front room.  It followed. 

 

I stopped in front of the mirror, spun around, and wiggled my rear in its face.

 

"Hey, Ugly!  I wear mine on the right end!"

 

Like I figured, the Alien darted for me.

 

I yelled out, "Elu, don't fail me now!!"

 

Elu? 

 

He lives in what he calls the Mirror World.  I saved his life once from the Sphinx of Thebes, and the Apache Shaman owes me.

 

I hoped he wouldn't welch on the debt.

 

Elu didn't. 

 

The alien slid right THROUGH the mirror.  I followed.  Maybe I could convince the Dildo-Headed Alien to be pals. 

 

Hey, it could happen!

 

{Courtesy Dave Melvin}

 

“Why isn’t the word “phonetically”

spelled with an “f”?”

 

―     Gypsy, Ghost Cat