After several prototypes, I’d finally perfected a motorized gizmo for feline entertainment. I found the broken offering by my pillow this morning and Smokey looked smug.
26 words, for this week’s Shapeshifting 13 assignment (“feline”, “gizmo”).
(Personally, I prefer the word “widget.”)
The title is from Requiem, the poem on Robert Louis Stevenson’s headstone:
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you ‘grave for me:
Here he lies where he long’d to be,
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
I thought it appropriate for both mouse-widget and kitteh.
8 thoughts on “And the Hunter Home From the Hill”
Sounds like the cat is happy. Mission accomplished!
Well, sure he’s proud of himself. But back to the drawing board with the widget. Need another prototype!
I’ve always been fond of dingsbüm.
genitive plural dingsbumse…now that’s one weird noun. Silly Germans.
Hahaha, I’m sure Smokey was thoroughly entertained. Now on to find a gizmo that Smokey can’t break!
Back to the drawing board!
Hehe. Cats are great predators. Perhaps their toys need to be better prey. Fun story!
Titanium? Not too mouse-y.