Sunday, November 11, 2007
Abducted!
I've been drugged, and I'm on a plane to Seattle! Mark (my cook and man-servant) and Nancy (my accountant and craniosacral therapist) trapped me (again), forced a pill down my throat (again!), stuffed me into a bag, and drove me to the airport. Mark then checked in, paying the princely sum of $80 for my passage. I yowled as loudly as I could, so that someone might realize I was travelling against my will, but the pill they gave me must have been some sort of tranquilizer. The same kind they gave me the other day -- the pills my doctor gave them on her last visit. I thought they were something more to help with my bladder stones. Now, it all makes sense... the moving of furniture, the boxes, the weekend trips, the arrival of their new housemate -- they've been planning this for weeks! For six years, I have allowed Mark and Nancy to remain in my service, and this his how I am repaid?Writing even this brief entry has drained me of what little energy I had. I must rest, and prepare to make a run for it at the first opportunity. But how can I rest, when I am faced with this terrifying question: could this explain the recent disappearance of my old friends Washington and Madison? Could the whole "Camp Shorewood" thing be a cover-up?
P.S. If it looks like Mark posted this, I'm sorry for the confusion. I'm secretly using his Blogger account. It's not like he uses it, so I'm sure he won't notice.
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Brotherman,
your story is strangely familiar! The same thing happened to me about 20 months ago... I was happily slumming it in Chicago and then BAM, I'm in a bag, a car, some sort of scanner, a loud and dark chamber for what seemed like 5 hours. When I finally got out, there were palm trees everywhere. I knew I wasn't in Chicago anymore, but I didn't know where I was. I still don't know where I am. How did you figure out you were in Seattle? Is it true what they say about Seattle -- the streets are paved with salmon?
Uh oh, Zak's coming. If he catches me touching his iPhone, I'm dead!
- Marley
your story is strangely familiar! The same thing happened to me about 20 months ago... I was happily slumming it in Chicago and then BAM, I'm in a bag, a car, some sort of scanner, a loud and dark chamber for what seemed like 5 hours. When I finally got out, there were palm trees everywhere. I knew I wasn't in Chicago anymore, but I didn't know where I was. I still don't know where I am. How did you figure out you were in Seattle? Is it true what they say about Seattle -- the streets are paved with salmon?
Uh oh, Zak's coming. If he catches me touching his iPhone, I'm dead!
- Marley
Wow -- I hope you're alright, wherever you are. I wonder, how many cats is this happening to?
I knew it was Seattle because the pilot said it was Seattle, and the signs in the airport confirmed it. Streets paved with salmon? They might be, I don't know, I couldn't see out of the car. But get this. I found this in a document on Mark's file server:
"One of the neighbors has a fishing hole in his living room floor, with a Plexiglas cover, and he has a fish finder to scan for fish beneath his home."
I'm wondering if maybe there's a hole in this house, that nobody knows about, maybe under all the carpeting in the living room.
I knew it was Seattle because the pilot said it was Seattle, and the signs in the airport confirmed it. Streets paved with salmon? They might be, I don't know, I couldn't see out of the car. But get this. I found this in a document on Mark's file server:
"One of the neighbors has a fishing hole in his living room floor, with a Plexiglas cover, and he has a fish finder to scan for fish beneath his home."
I'm wondering if maybe there's a hole in this house, that nobody knows about, maybe under all the carpeting in the living room.
i say you dont take that shit lying down. all hail the glorious revolution against the evil kittie oppressors
Brother Man, your feeble attempt to escape my wrath are futile. Now that you have left your protective lair, I will track you down...it's all just a matter of plotting my strategy.
Hugs and kisses, Washington
Hugs and kisses, Washington
BM: Oh, sorry, I didn´t realize your initials would add up to THAT. This is your Gramma Bionica here, and not to worry, your humans are not waiting for a slow boat to China to put you on any time soon.
I´m too far away to come give you a scritching. I´m in Buenos Aires, visiting. It´s difficult to write on this machine ´cause the board is all different. Has all sorts of made up symbols. Anyway, keep dry, don´t scratch anything I wouldn´t, and give your humans a love and a lick for me, would you please¿ see what I meanÇ They don´t even have a decent question mark that isn´t upside down! I´m so confuSED. It isn´t easy being in BA---even with a whole lot of family members you haven´t even met yet. I think you would find them strangely LOUD. REALLY LOUD, but very loving! I love you also, and your humans very much! Can´t wait to share pix with htem. ¿huh? THEM. Mark and Nancy, your humans, dig? NO, DON¨t dig, I meant it as a question. DO NOT DIG! Stop! If you dig, only water will enter. no fish.
Love you loads,
Grandmother Bionica
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I´m too far away to come give you a scritching. I´m in Buenos Aires, visiting. It´s difficult to write on this machine ´cause the board is all different. Has all sorts of made up symbols. Anyway, keep dry, don´t scratch anything I wouldn´t, and give your humans a love and a lick for me, would you please¿ see what I meanÇ They don´t even have a decent question mark that isn´t upside down! I´m so confuSED. It isn´t easy being in BA---even with a whole lot of family members you haven´t even met yet. I think you would find them strangely LOUD. REALLY LOUD, but very loving! I love you also, and your humans very much! Can´t wait to share pix with htem. ¿huh? THEM. Mark and Nancy, your humans, dig? NO, DON¨t dig, I meant it as a question. DO NOT DIG! Stop! If you dig, only water will enter. no fish.
Love you loads,
Grandmother Bionica
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