A little tea-party in a lovely sunny spot on a summer day….a little nibble of cheese…perhaps a little stroller ride…
What could possibly go wrong?
Well, I’ll tell you what – the little Party won’t seem so “Happy” once Little Girlie decides one of her party guests (guess who?) is under-dressed for teh occassion. Then, before you can dash into the bushes – it’s into Dolly’s dress you go. Then well, gee, that’s so KEE-YUTE, maybe Kitteh would like a ride on teh swings – maybe a little stroller action – maybe Kitteh will do a little dance! Wheee! Then, just as you are at your wit’s end and about to resort to sinking your teefs into her chubby forearm, all teh big humans circle round, oohing and aahing and juggling cameras in your face.
You, my friend, are trapped. If you are in this predicament, my only council is to growl and bear it. You can NOT scratch Little Girlie. You can NOT bite Little Girlie. Not in the presence of Big Humans. Not if you want a can of tuna opened for you ever again.
Our only defense is avoidance. Little Girlie is a Ruthless Predator and as such, should be approached with extreme caution. Little Boy, for some reason, is less of a menance, prol’ly because you can see him coming a mile away, waving sticks and action heros and bellowing something about finding “the Bad Guy.” Since that is so obviously you, there is plenty of time to climb a tree or bookshelf. But Little Girlie is patient and cunning, armed wif comfy strollers and warm doll blankets and a sweet and tiny voice that she uses to convince you that this will be “fun.”
For this reason, I begin a new series: Cautionary Tails of Dangerous Little Darlings. Yet another of my many helpful and cat-saving Public Service Announcements. In my first installment, we take an indepth look at the mind of Little Girlie. Don’t worry – no Kittens were Harmed in the making of this video. But, oh! the squealing. The horrible, horrible squealling. I’m just warning you.
Stay Strong, my Kitteh Friends. And Stay. Away.
This very first air-to-land communication, sent from the Airship America to a human secretary sitting in a little field office in Atlantic City, is yet another technologiCATical break-through. Or break down, as the case may be, cuz, see, Kiddo was never asked if he wanted to be in this over-sized balloon. No one ever fully ‘splained how he would be the first Airship Cat and float a billion miles in the air, over a billion bathtubs full of salt water. No, the humans really dropped the ball here. The crew coulda guessed that he was gonna run around like a “squirrel in a cage” long before he got on board the rickety Airship with its slightly-bigger-than-a-bicycle-basket gondola. Woulda saved evabuddy lots of troubles. But no.
“Let’s take Kiddo on board! He’ll be good luck!” sez the crew.
“Sure thing. Let’s also bring this new fangled wireless radio so we can tell people on land how much Kiddo loves being tossed to and fro over the chopping waves of the Atlantic with a hurricane on the way!” sez Melvin Vaniman, the First Engineer.
Akshully, Mr. Melvin doesn’t even know ’bouts the hurricane, being a human and all. Humans, as you know, suffer from Obvious Danger Myopia. Also, Incurably Inconsiderate Disorders. Like how Mr. Vaniman is surprised that Kiddo doesn’t appreciate the ship sudddenly shooting from an altitude of 200 feet to 3,600 and then later plunging so low that it scrapes the masts of schooners floating below. No. This is no time for teh hints.
So Kiddo had no choice but to Freak Out. Even then the crew doesn’t get it. In fact, they were so freaked out by Kiddo’s freak-out that they stuffed him into a bag and tried to lower it into a boat. But the water is so choppy that the humans on the boat can’t get ahold of the Bag o’ Kiddo, and our little hero is dunked in the water a few times like a furry burlap donut until finally they give up and hoist the poor hysterical guy back on board the Airship and then toss him into a hammock and cover him with a blanket to calm down. And then someone finally they says, “Gee. Maybe it’s not safe up here.” And under the blanket, Kiddo screams “YA THINK?!”
Kiddo did calm down, but only because the storm passed. Later, the navigator, Murray Simon, the only human on board equipped with the powers of observation, finally notices that Kiddo makes an excellent barometer.
“You must never cross the Atlantic in an airship without a cat…this cat has always indicated trouble well ahead. Two or three times when we thought we were ‘all in’ he gave most decided indications that he knew we would be shortly getting it in the neck.”
Kiddo is, of course, thinking ‘in the neck, with my claws, you morons.’ But he remains polite and does not kill the humans, recognizing their inherent worth as fellow creatures of the Earth who know how to land this dumb balloon. But after 72 hours of flight (a new record in Airborn Pigheaded Stubbornness), the crew concedes that Kiddo was right all along and they drop like a rock into the ocean and wait patiently to be fished out of the Atlantic.
“Thrilling rescue at sea!” the newspaper sez. “Come to our Hero’s Parade!” The Mayor sez.
But Kiddo sez nothing. He is so done with talking. He is done with trying to reason with these humans. He high-tails it to Gimbles Department store where the store manager has created a home for him in the front window display; a cushy spot in a safe, stationary, ground-hugging gilded cage with lots of non-helium filled satin pillows. And he is not moving.
Oh. Hello. I did not see you there, because I am too busy climbing the brick fireplace mantle. Why does everyone look at me like that? It’s not like I’m climbing the curtains again. I stopped doing that long ago. You know, that curtain rod never was installed very well. Perhaps Mr. Whatsisname should have hired a professional to get the job done right in the first place, instead of yelling at me. A professional would not use that kind of language, that’s for sure. Just a thought.
And while we are discussing Professional Action Kitties, I want to share some videos with you. As with most cat-tastic things – it is very inspirational.
I climb onto the deck exactly like the kitteh at 1:27. Sadly, there is no video of me yet. Mrs. Whatsername is always so angry at her camera that it just shuts down and refuses to record my many escapades. Also, I am just too fast. So whatever you do, don’t blink.
I have some human friends who never blink and who have obviously been inspired to follow in the ways of Action Cats. Here they are:
Okay. Not bad for a start. I think they just need to work on growing tails. It’s a lot easier with a tail. More aerodynamical, I think. At any rate, it is obviously One Giant Leap for Mans; One Nonchalant Walk In the Park for Kitties. Nonetheless, good job Parkour Humans! Keep Leaping!