This seems like a good time for a partial recitation of the
cat creation epic:
*Yowls it while walking up and down the shed hallway
whilst everyone is trying to sleep*
The world began
as a dream. Dreamed by The One That Naps.
Also known as Felinus Supremus.
One day, quite by accident, Supremus napped so hard that
upon awakening, he discovered his nocturnal reverie had
become reality. But to his dismay, like most dreams,
undesired elements had taken root, even taken over.
Monstrous scaly creatures thundered about, mindless and
violent, destroying the delicate world they lived in.
Worse, cats were relegated to the shadows. None could
challenge the reptilian dominion. This terrible realization
made him wheeze uncontrollably, a cacophony of throaty
hacks that eventually culminated in the ejection of the
Said hairball fell to the hapless world below, the ensuing
explosion bringing about a lasting winter that those without
fur could not survive. Thus, the scaly ones were no more.
The rule of cats had begun. The nefeline were on the earth
in those days, and also after that: Mighty cats of old, cats
of renown. Humans were tolerated as servants and slaves,
and proved excellent at building edifices to venerate their
In their hubris, the nefeline ordered their subjects to
build a cat tree that would extend all the way to the
heavens, so that they might take the place of The One
Ears flattened, Supremus swatted the structure down and
scattered all to the four corners of the world. No
one knows what happened to the nefeline; some say that
they retreated to the shadows, but others insist they did
manage to reach the sky- their eyes shining from above every
night for eternity.
As for us, Supremus decreed that perfection breeds
insurrection, and so, split our kind in twain: One of
strength and power, and the other of formidable intellect
edit on 11-6-2017 by shlaw because: (no reason given)