Shae-Shae and the Rude Shadow.

Shae-Shae was a big cat, and she cast a big shadow.

Unlike most shadows, Shae-Shae's shadow was exceptionally rude.

It would follow her around, sticking it's insubstantial black tongue out at her and shouting very rude things at her.

"Look out! Here comes Shae-Shae with her big bum!" The shadow would shout.

Shae-Shae found it very annoying. 

One day, Shae-Shae was out walking. She walked along the street and along the lane, and down the alley where she always goes on her way home. But this day, there was a big dog chained up near the bottom of the alley, and it barked and snarled at her, scaring her quite badly.

Shae-Shae ran, her heart pounding, her shadow keeping up with her easily. She ran toward the fence, which had a hole in it. Diving through the hole, she got half-way through and then got stuck.

Shae-Shae's shadow stopped in front of her and started laughing. "Look at Shae-Shae!" It cried out. "She's got her big bum stuck in the fence! Ha ha ha! Big bum Shae-Shae's got stuck!"

Shae-Shae, at first panicked and scared, was now growing angrier by the second. She wriggled and struggled, and struggled and wriggled until with a loud crack! the fence broke and she leapt forward, catching her shadow with her claws.

What happened next was not pleasant. Shae-Shae devoured her shadow from the top of its head to the tip of its tail, angrily munching and crunching every last bite. As she swallowed the last bit of her shadow, she licked her lips smugly.

From that day on, Shae-Shae never cast a shadow, and she never worried about the size of her bottom either.

Why Batman can't find the Joker...

Alfred - "Master Wayne, you know how the Joker escaped from Arkham Asylum last week?"
Batman - "Don't bother me Alfred, I'm working."
Alfred - "Well, master Wayne, did you know there's a new joke shop opened up in downtown Gotham just yesterday?"
Batman - "I said don't bother me. I'm trying to find the Joker."
Alfred - "Hello? Master Wayne? New joke shop? The Joker?"
Batman - "I've run everything through this computer, nothing's coming up! Damn you, Joker! Where could you be?"
Alfred - "How about that new joke shop that opened yesterday?"
Batman - "This is not a time for shopping Alfred! We must find the Joker!"
(Alfred leaves in a resigned but dignified fashion.)
Batman - "Damn you computer! Why won't you tell me where the Joker is?"
(Alfred pops his head back in through the doorway to blow a solemn and dignified raspberry.)

YOUR STARS FOR THE WEEK!

Capricorn - Ham could hold the answer. A tall man in a green fedora walks past you three times. This has no bearing on anything however. Watch out for kippers, nose hair and plus-sized shoe models.

Aquarius - An argument about the price of cheese leads to a long-term friendship with a sociology student. The cake may be a lie, but bacon is always true to you. Beware the Jabberwock, he wants to sell you double glazing.

Aries - You might find yourself relying on a friend whose motives you will later question. Why did he ask you if you had green bin bags and a hacksaw? Help will come from afar. Expect blue flashing lights.

Pisces - Donkeys are particularly lucky for you this week, as you find you have a strange affinity for Persil. Many a mickle makes mickle sauce, which goes well with fish.

Taurus - Look before you count your lucky teabags. Sometimes an orange is just an orange. Other times it's a metaphor for lesbianism. And that thing you do with your hands? Very bad.

Gemini - The Devil makes work for idle layabouts. Spicy chicken wings can be your ally. The number 62 will have a profound significance for you later in the week. Or maybe not.

Cancer - He's got to be caught, he's got to be taught. Because he is more evil than anyone here ever thought. Except Brian, who always has quite a good nose for these sort of things.

Leo - A YouTube interview with William Shatner will leave you red-faced after you can't stop talking like him. Avoid dried parmesan and brussels sprouts. No reason, they're just vile.

Virgo - Bungee jumping in loose clothing may not be the best way to spend your weekend. Try flicking bogies at passersby instead. Cherry coke and UHT milk does not a milkshake make. At least not a very nice one.

Libra - Severe indigestion makes you relish the prospect of refrigerated toilet paper. Put a couple of rolls in the fridge now, just to be on the safe side. All is not what it seems in Peckham.

Scorpio - There are more than fifty shades of grey, according to the Dulux colour chart. Bear this in mind when selecting S&M gear on Wednesday. A stranger with conjunctivitis makes you laugh at the weekend.

Sagittarius - A casual misunderstanding over the intentions of a well-wisher leaves you floundering. It turns out they wish you'd fallen down a well. Don't take it to heart, it's just business.

 

*Please note - these horoscopes may not be entirely accurate, and in fact may be entirely made up. 

The Gospel According To Saint Sheep, Part One.

Wednesday.

Grass for dinner again. I don't know about you, but I never get sick of grass. It's just so green and tasty and lush, especially when it's all dewy and moist first thing in the morning. To be honest though, this grass is a bit past it's 'eat by' date. Little patches have gone a bit brown and there's an odd smell about it.

On the other hand, saw an apple falling from a tree in the next field. This made me think about things, and I reasoned there must be some sort of grand unifying and invisible force that keeps us from floating off into space. I've decided to name this invisible force 'gravity' - for now at least, I'll try and come up with a better name for it later.

Thursday.

Strange things happening, at least the shepherd thinks so. There was a bright new star in the sky and he got all flustered about it. Don't know why, it was only a comet. Having observed it, I determined from the angle of approach, cross-referenced with the apparent velocity, magnitude and distance that it must be in some sort of orbital path, one that takes approximately 76 years to complete. Interesting, but I wouldn't have thought worthy of such a response as the shepherd gave, which was pretty much gibbering and crying out about prophecies and stuff like that. Silly superstitious shepherd.

Friday.

Shepherd, still mumbling about prophetic visions has moved us into the North field. What do you know? The grass really is greener on the other side!

On the other hand, I did have a little ruminate over this whole sun thing, and by my calculations it is highly unlikely that Earth is the centre of our solar system, let alone the galaxy or even universe. I'll do more thinking on this later, after some more lovely grass.

(To be continued...)

Nine Tales Of Nine Tails. - Prologue to all cat-related stories on this site.

All cats have tales, even those who don't have tails.

When they meet, they compare tales, and they compare tails. And sometimes the tails have tales, and sometimes the tales have tales.

This is nine tales of nine tails. 

The Yosher's Dream.

The Yosher was a cat who liked to sleep.

And when he slept, he had dreams.

One afternoon, as he slept, he dreamed he was a comet.

He dreamed he was a huge glowing comet with a long fiery tail, flying through space at incredible speeds.

Later that day, as day turned to dusk and dusk turned to night, he was sat upon the windowsill when he saw something amazing in the sky.

Up there, cutting across the dark was a shooting star, brilliant and bright with a long fiery tail.

And from that moment on, he was never quite sure if he was a cat that had once dreamed of being a comet,

Or if he was a comet that was still dreaming of being a cat.

Nozzie Mojo And The Moon.

Nozzie Mojo was a mischievous cat, but very clever with it.

He would sleep all day, and scheme all night; for what he really wanted was to eat the moon.

Every evening, he would sit upon the windowsill, looking up at the moon and licking his lips.

One day, he approached Mother Crow, for he had a plan.

"Take me up to the moon," he pleaded, "I want to give it a goodnight kiss."

"No," said Mother Crow. "You are too young and will be sick at such a height."

Next he went to see Uncle Monkey. "Throw me in the air so I can touch the moon!"

"Certainly not!" Said Uncle Monkey. "You are too young and will be hurt if you fall too far."

Then he went to sleep and scheme a while longer, and when he woke, he went to see Grandfather Tree.

"Grandfather Tree!" He said. "I bet you can't grow so high you can touch the moon!"

"Insolent kitten!" Said Grandfather Tree. "I'll show you!" And he grew and he grew until his top branches could touch the moon.

No-one really knows what happened next, but when they look to see the moon, there's often a large chunk of it missing - as if someone had taken a bite out of it.

And Nozzie Mojo sits on his windowsill all the time, smiling and purring all day and glowing all night.