A cult leader is born!

Posted on by Sarah A. Hoyt

For the last few months we’ve noticed one of the furry menaces — D’Artagnan — had taken to spending innumerable hours in the bathroom, staring at the faucet.  So today while he was engaging in this… er… ritual, Robert interpreted it.  “Primitive cultures worship what they’re afraid of.  Cats are afraid of water.”

Indeed.  So clear.  What made it even more so was the look he shot us over his shoulder when Robert said that.  “Shut up!  Do you want to anger IT?”

I fully expect to find a propitiatory moth in the bathtub come morning.

Until then I leave you with a picture of the cult leader — well, he would be one, of course, if the other cats would join. (Oh, wait.  Cats.  Join.  What am I saying?) — of the Stuffed Animals (No?  You should see him go at tuna) Ascendant worshiping the great and unfathomable water divinity.  If you look closely, you can see the glowing red eyes.

7 thoughts on “A cult leader is born!”

  4. Mousies
    I meant to tell you, Eric has made a tiny mousie pendant to go on a chain — he’s been sculpting. After I bake it and he paints it, which with our current life will probably be a month or so, it will wend its way to Carrie. :)
    Sarah

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  5. Start keeping an eye out for suspicious dark stains on the sides of the alt…bathplug. If cat starts wearing robes and any mews start sounding like Yoth-shoggoth… run

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    1. We just get the peremptory “mrowww” after the alarm clock goes off i.e., “you should be up to worship me.”

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  6. send me an email. I just changed my email pulling routine and now can’t find you address. Head –> desk.
    The outdoor cats do sacrifices by the back door — cat and bird skulls — but no noticeable altar!
    And I have the WEIRDEST cats in creation.

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