One day your humble scribe stirred from his slumbers at an indecent hour, his soul gnawed upon by some unformed dread. There was a strange quiet, as though the sea no longer whispered her sibilant promises upon the outer hull – something was amiss. Sleep was banished, the land of nod rapidly withdrawing over the horizon, the gyros tumbling – there would be no safe landfall that morning. Out of the stateroom then, away from my warm, inviting rack. Out unto the waiting darkness.
Profoundly disturbed in mind, I trod the deck, wandered the passageways. My sense of unease was increased rather than otherwise by discovering that the upperdeck fire watch was not at his accustomed position. We run a tight ship, you understand. We can do no otherwise. How would any of us ever sleep at the end of our labors, unless we knew that others patrolled their assigned stations, stood their watches through the thankless hours of the night?
Troubled, I went to the lower deck to seek out the sounding and security detail. To see if any welcome intelligence could be gleaned from her.
And that’s when I found them. Sleeping together!
Oh, most unnatural, most foul!
There are pictures:
Look at the guilt in her eyes. And the utter lack of remorse in his. How very characteristic.
Gender is destiny.
And up on the couch to boot!
Bad doggie, bad cat… Take it to a corner in the kitchen.
Don’t worry, Skipper, those miscreants are not unique in their affections… Once upon a time a dobie/red setter/black lab mutt (beloved, none the less) consorted with one each cinnimon tiger-striped (though emasculated, more’s the pity) rascal, AND his orange fluffy-tufted tigger striped (him being a mere stripling) companero, each nestled in the lap of one another, stacked three high…
…And then had the utter gall to look surprised when I shot ‘em with the beam of a mag light…
Ahhh, misspent youth!
Mass Hysteria!
But where was the Sta-Puft Marshmallow Man?
Cats and dogs sleeping together! What has the world come to?!?
That’s just wrong. And I thought this was a family site.
How come that cat is still infesting your house. You know they make traps for those, yeah?
Good pup & kitty.
Lex,
Always happens around our home in the winter, because we turn the temperature way down at night. They are just conserving warmth.
Summertime, and they will be in separate bunks.
Racks Edward, racks…
“Dogs and cats living together! Mass hysteria!”
Will the offspring be a Dat or a Cog?
This is the internets, folks. It’ll be a ……..wait for it…….Dot!
Obviously partners in crime. I know the look.
When my Mom’s back was turned, our family cat used to hop on top of the kitchen counter and swat food scraps down to her co-conspirator, the dog. Then both of them would look up at us in perfect innocence and deny everything.
Lectures didn’t help. And underfed they were not. Individually, they were both pretty well behaved. No, it was the sheer evil thrill of helping themselves as a team.
We iz on yer couch
Plotting a coup
From the angle the imagery was taken, it looks like — no, it can’t be — yes, they’re doing the 96. I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth.
*real* kittens ALWAYS bed down with the Big Dogs.
And there you have it folks! The W-K says it all.
And I don’t think that is guilt in her eyes. Looks more to me like she’s saying “Leave us be you silly man. It’s too early for you to be up. You’re interrupting.”
But maybe I’m projecting.
Gonna have to pull that animals “Dog Card” for that. I can understand the cat, she’s just getting over on the hound. But the dog?
I wonder if this is going to get added to the final edit of Rhythms?
Aw, cute! :0)
Funny, don’t care who you are. And the “firewatch” remark. the best.
The person who made this post above has a terminal case of loggorhea. Removal in straitjacket is indicated. And take his keyboard away forever.
I concur with Marianne. It is the exemplary example of TL;DR.
That is, “Too long, didn’t read.”
I don’t know if it was silly, or cogent, it needs to be deleted, and baleeted.
In regards two above
WTFO
Lex, I think maybe your spam filter messed up at 6:22 PM your time today! I thought I felt bad, but I think somebody feels worse. I don’t know, maybe that was posted by some sort of “bot”. I sure hope it wasn’t posted by somebody I know…
He he, Sounding and Security. Fire watch. I bet there is some wicked teamwork by those two in the Sounding Tape operations when sounding the voids, tanks, and cofferdams (what with no opposing digits and all that…). By the way, is that their mess, or is it the old couch A Gang put up in Aft Steering????
It’s a lot like some stuff John Donovan’s gotten hit by a couple times. I got a comment exactly like that with almost the same time stamp today. So, I think it’s a bot. But a bot created by a very sick person.
Sorry all. A guy can’t even take a nap.
It was almost worth preserving as an example of schizophrenia with a cross-axis of narcissistic grandiosity. I believe Therapist1 could have had fun with that, but no.
No worries about deleting… I see he already has a new one up on the G-loc post.
Fbl – What’s a bot? I’m not smart enough to know all that ‘puter stuff.
I’m probably not the one to ask for too much detail on the subject, but it refers to a kind of automatic program–kind of like a virus–that one can set off to deposit comments or other things all over the place.
Can also do the reverse and harvest info, such as email addresses…
Fbl – Thank you. Sounds pretty viscious. Also sounds like someone doesn’t play well with others. That’s why we all need to be nice to the kids in science class with the pocket protectors!
For a number of years I had a female orange tabby and a Golden Retriever (the latter still with us). I would commonly see the Golden laying on her side with her legs stuck out and the tabby curled up against her stomach within her legs. Now I wish I’d taken the picture. I figured the cat thought they were related because they were the same color.
Maybe Aviators cain’t abide cats, because they have such similar minds? You should take that kitty flying with you in the kachina, and after he pukes up, all terrified like, I betcha he’ll respect you.
The offspring will not be a Dot. It will obviously be a . . . . Cag. Launch’em.
I think that Justthisguy is on to something. They do seem to have a lot of personality traits in common, don’t they?
The offspring will not be a Dot. It will obviously be a . . . . Cag. Launch’em.
Bwahahahaha! Why didn’t anybody else see that? ROFL!
LMFAO… nicely done, RIO
I assume you’re hauling them to Mast, Captain Lex. Do publish the findings …