Well, to be honest, the descriptions are 100% accurate, but indecipherable to anyone who doesn’t own a pet!
Personally, I think Artificial Intelligence makes a pretty good fantasy/sci-fi/every-thing-but-the-kitchen-sink artist, but it has a lot of catching up to do in the pet department!
Um…humanoid/eagle/dragon/warrior in dire need of a haircut?
My reaction to every one of these AI-generated pictures: 😕🤔🤷🙄
When people say that AI is going to take over…🤨…it needs to own a cat first. Then it will learn, like all cat owners servants, cats are the true rulers.
Thanks for joining me today! I hope you found this post as absurd and bizarre as I do! There are a lot of things going on around the globe right now, but I think it is important that we all do our best to spread hope and light during this tumultuous time. So I wish you, readers, no matter where in the world you are, safety, happiness, and health. Thanks again for visiting Today’s Furry Moments!
Ensemble as needed: Lucy, Nala, Mia, Chloe, Gracie, Daisy, Stella, Crystal, Louie, Kevin, Pumpkin, Rosie, Sam, Max, Simba, Oliver, Luna, Bella, Milo, Rockey, Coco, Charlie, Smokey, Jack, Oh yeah, and also Mertie as the Doofus
Mertie clutched the poster tightly, grinning from ear to ear! He got the part he wanted.
“Huh, that’s odd,” Fran noticed. “They didn’t give you a part.” She giggled.
“Yes they did,” Mertie said in utter confusion.
“I am a doofus!”
“Hear hear!” Said Mickey, walking over. “Look at this! I’m the bad guy!”
“And I’m the LEAD!” Fran boasted, yet the way she said it sounded modest and humble.
In the days that followed, they rehearsed and practiced. Then those days turned into weeks, and weeks into months until finally they were ready to film!
When daybreak comes
With adventures unknown!
When yesterday’s crumbs
Are swept away!
What will tomorrow bring?
Tomorrow
Tomorrow!
Oh, tomorrow
There was a polite smattering of applause as Fran finished her big solo.
“And here we meet our heroes, when suddenly..” The tv cameracat stopped.
“Where is Mertie?” the director said, his face turning the color of a tomato.
“I art thou este herest,” Mertie said, really getting into the theater mood. He had only one line, which was, “Huh?” but to him, it was a HUGE deal.
All of the other cats said their line, but when it was his cue, he was wearing a shirt that said, “ CareBunny is FUNNY!” on it, and a big piece of tape stuck in his fur.
“MERTIE YOU MISSED YOUR CUE!” yelled the director. “Okay, let’s film!”
“H@?!mSI*^@9OH?” Mertie said-er, stated.
“No no no! Say it again! I want feeling!”
“H!)(#SNJH?”
“NO!”
“H*(B#@7nH?”
“NO!”
“H^!K(9$^H?”
“NOOOOOOOOOO!” The director started sobbing and his perfectly combed fur under his eyes got messed up. “WHY ME?”
“H&3J/:&*KH?
“Okay Mertie, you are FIRED!”
“Huh?” Mertie said and made the perfect face to go along with it. Kittens stopped crying. Several girl cats fainted. The boys dabbed at their tear-filled eyes. The director was stunned.
That “Huh” was the most beautiful thing they ever heard! The wind carried Mertie’s perfect tone of voice, confusion packed with just the right amount of musical edge! His eyes had grown large, and he had added the perfect amount of sadness and confusion to the mix.
“Finally! The perfect “Huh”!” The director cried.
“Replay the footage!” The cameraman went to find the video of Mertie and his beautiful ‘Huh’.
He looked up a moment later, his face betraying worry and fear.
“Uh, sir?” He began, “It seems that we, ah, weren’t filming…”
You know that post from a few weeks ago? The one with pictures of me sitting in things? Yes, that one.
Well, I have improved upon my sitting conditions, and now I present…THE BOX.
Yes, the very majestic, comfy, LAYS POTATO CHIP BOX.
That sounds kinda weird. Anyway, it’s my new favorite thing. I can sit in it. I can sit on it. It’s a great jungle gym and doubles as a scratching post. The blanket is super soft and fluffy. Frankly, my box is the perfect secret lair and I now have a 100% success rate at hiding from the dog!
I’ll show you some more pics…
You know all that talk about dogs and man’s best friend? Well, a box is a cat’s best friend. I’m also pretty sure that boxes are a necessity of life for cats. Food, water, naps, space, air…and boxes.
I love my box so much that my human has to move it around because I refuse to leave it. I also refuse to sit anywhere that isn’t my box.
Another crazy ride with Mickey, Fran, and (of course) MERTIE!
Chapter 7: Portugal!
“La la la la it’s the WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE kend umumbumbumbuway ……….” Mertie sang opera-style. Mickey and Fran walked past, Mickey wearing a tuxedo and glasses. His head fur was combed neatly to one side. Fran was wearing a teal suit with a skirt at the bottom and a tiara. She had a diamond necklace on, and little high heels. “Where are you guys going?” Mertie wondered. Mickey raised his eyebrows. “ You do know that today is a school day?”
“ Uhhh… But today is a Monday.” Mertie said, shaking his head.
“Exactly” Fran and Mickey exchanged a look.
“Oh, yeah.”
Fran reached into her pocket and pulled out a little gold key. She pressed it and a Maybach Exelero( the world’s most expensive car) drove up. A cat in a suit stepped out and opened the door and let them slip in.
Both put down sunglasses and nodded for Mertie to get in. So he grabbed his backpack and got in. He was wearing his pajamas, his hair was a mess, and he was wearing slippers. As they drove he pressed a button that REALLY did not want to be pressed. He shot into the air and flew all the way to school. He had pressed the eject button. He landed in a flower pot and had to have a janitor help him out. So when he had FINALLY made it to class, he plopped down in his seat just as attendance finished.
“HERE!” he announced.
The teacher asked a question that he knew, so he raised his hand and waved it around. “ You did not even hear the question!” the teacher, Cate the cat, said. “Now, class, what is 7+ 5?”
Merie waved his hand. “PICK MEEEEEEEow!” he screeched.
“No one else? Fine. Mertie, what is the answer?”
“PORTUGAL!!!”
From the desk of Mertie…
TEST ON STUFF
Who is Rachel Carson?
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What happens when tectonic plates shift?
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What was the Titanic?
_______________________________________________.
What did Thomas Edison invent?
_______________________________________________.
Explain the theory of Relativity.
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Who is Napoleon?
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Name three types of falcons.
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Name an Arianna Grande song.
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List three books written by Rick Riordan.
____________, ________________, and ________________.
You can put your answers in the comments, and I will forward them to Mertie himself.
What you think it is…vs your cat. Is a box really a box, or is it an interdimensional portal to the realm of cats? Is it a hair tie, or a wild circle-snake?
1. Box
Your Cat
Interdimensional box portal to a hidden world full of tuna and yarn! A necessity for the habitat of the Felis catus species!
Box, noun, a container made of wood, thick card, metal, etc. with a flat stiff base and sides and often a lid (= cover), used especially for holding solid things. (Oxford Dictionary)
Useful for holding stuff and hiding things that your cat might destroy.
2. Ping Pong Balls
Your Cat
Round, faceless entities intent on destroying the world. They often evade capture by hiding under bookshelves and sofas. Sometimes the hoomans have a special table for fighting armies of ping pong balls. Anyway, they’re fun to chase, but taste terrible.
DUMBO GATO IS BACK! Posted for writer cookiecat123. Missed the last chapter? Check it out here.
Also…there’s a new Dumbo Gato spinoff series in the works!
Chapter 6: Glamour Cats
The blindfold blocked Mertie’s view so he couldn’t see anything and he fell in a sewer. The end.
HAHAHA, just kidding. I just had to do that because otherwise the National Sewer Organization would have been all over me. Mertie was wearing a blindfold, though.
“Come on Mertie,” Fran goaded. “Just a few more steps.”
“Woe, my feet!”
“Oh stop it! We only walked across the street.”
“Oh. So, where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No
“Please?”
“NO!”
Fran sighed. But at last they stood in front of her favorite place.
“Open your eyes, Mertie!” Mertie opened his eyes… and made a mad dash toward the street.
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