Thursday, May 18, 2017

Purr Empire Part Two Comes Out Of The Blue!

     I kept leading the way through the trees and I have to admit that it was a breeze. At least it was a breeze until the others chimed in. I guess I was taking them for a spin.
     "The fleabag is taking Drazin in circles. Why is Drazin following the fleabag anyway? Those animals screwed Drazin up." Drazin kept mumbling to himself as we saw a familiar hole. Hey, I had to go in the middle of our stroll.
     "Thy demon is right. We have been forsaken in the land of..."
     "Shut up, Pat. It's just a bunch of trees. Not some..."Cassie stopped yapping as shadows covered us all. They were smaller than her furry ball. That is a cat toy in case you don't know. No need for the gutter to show.
     "Humans have come into our den. We like to see such men. We will suck them dry. They will surely cry."
     The shadows grew closer an closer and kept repeating the same crap. Then we saw the things who continued to yap. They were tiny talking wood ticks. I think I would prefer super powered zombies hicks.
     "At least we know why the talking creatures didn't follow us," Pat blurted out, as his eyes rolled about.
    Those blood suckers had us all on edge. We could not even find a ledge. It was just a web of trees in every direction. We ran but had no time for further inspection. Those things were on us like a..well...tick to a rear. They surrounded us drawing ever so near.
     "Can't you burn them with your fake contact lenses, godly mook?"
     "Fleabag, if Drazin could don't you think Drazin would have already?"
     "Back foul creatures, back!" Pat waved a puny stick as their lips they began to lick.
     "A juicy meal for us all. We'll no longer allow you to stand tall."
     "Do you have to all talk at once and sound like that rhyming dunce?" Drazin questioned the wood tick crew, realizing a rhyme came due. "Drazin is so hating this world."
     Cassie and I clawed a few as they eyed us like yummy stew. We could not even dig into the ground. They were popping out of there as they continued to surround. They then hummed all in sync and each gave us a wink. It was strange to see. I swear they were like wood tick robots unable to talk free.
     "Not this again." Drazin grumbled and fell to his knees. Their singing once again made he and Pat freeze.
     Their legs reached out for each of them, mouths dripping with a little phlegm. Cassie and I continued to swat but it did not do a whole heck of a lot. We were going to be done in by blood sucking, singing wood ticks. That as an obituary title would sure get a few clicks. Then came a whistle and a whole new tune. The wood ticks quickly scurried away like a frightened racoon.
     "What foul creature saved thy, demon?"
     "How should Drazin know?"
     We all searched for the whistling nut. He was clearly in a rut. He was whistling the same tune over and over. I prayed it was not a rabies ridden rover. And then he came in view. He was a human, yet his skin was blue. He also had on only one shoe. He walked a bit lopsided as he stepped up to our crew.
    "You haven't seen a shoe around here anywhere, have you?" Blue Guy asked and glared. Did I mention he was spiky haired?
     "A shoe? Who gives a flying crap about a shoe? Drazin wants to know what you did to make those blood suckers go away."
     "Them? They're no trouble. They sucked on me a time or two and died from my blue blood. My bad reaction to their fixing human process gave me super powers. Now where is my shoe?" Blue Guy talked like it meant nothing at all that we were almost sucked dry like a shopper at the mall. I think he was a little touched in the head. But at least he saved us from winding up dead.
     "Let's get out of here before they come back," Cassie stated. Those blood suckers she really hated.
     "Drazin is with the fleabag. And you're coming with Drazin. How does Drazin get out of here?" Drazin questioned Blue Guy. He clearly did not get it on the first try.
     "Who is Drazin? Does he or she have my shoe?"
     "Good going, godly mook. You confused the poor, simple human." Cassie rolled her eyes. Blue Guy truly was not very wise.
     "Yes, dearie. He has your shoe. Would you kindly lead us out of here so we can show you where he is?" Pat said, sounding like some old lady. If he was not nuts, the cops may find his act shady. They would probably check him for drugged candy. But Blue Guy fell for it, so his crazy voice mind came in handy.
     "Sure. There is a way. You just have to walk backwards to go forwards." Blue Guy begin walking back. He laughed at the peering wood tick pack. Their faces sure were not vague. They stared at him like he carried the plague.
     "Let's give it a try. He looks like a trust worthy blue guy."
     "Drazin will strangle him if he is not."
     "The guy who has my shoe is mean. We have to stop such a crook."
     "Maybe you should stop talking, godly mook." Cassie laughed at Drazin. Blue Guy's mind may have been smaller than a raisin.
     We trotted backwards, watching each step. Blue Guy was the only one with any pep. The sticks had to hurt his foot with no shoe. He barely missed the hole where I buried my poo. That I just had to add. It is okay for some filler to be had. It beats saying we walked backwards for an hour and that Drazin and Pat smelled like they each needed a shower.
     "And here we are. Back safe and sound. Now where can I find Drazin to get my shoe?" Blue showed us the edge of the tree line. We peered out and saw that giant feline. They were all still there. We had to find a way to avoid their ear piercing blare.
     "That's Drazin. Right there! He stole your shoe," Drazin stated, pointing to Tig Leader.
     "I knew it. That is my shoe stealing foe. No wonder he is leader. He steals everyone's shoes." Blue Guy jumped into the lake and all the talking animals began to shake. They scattered as he neared their shore. I guess his powers from the allergic reaction must be more. But we did not stick around to find out when we spotted a singing trout.
     "I will have you all. Your reproducing will stall. We'll fix you good. Then humans no longer are understood."
     "Shut it." Cassie kicked dirt in the trout's face. That stopped his bad singing embrace. "Get going, you two."
     "Drazin needs earplugs."
     "And some real clothes, dearie," Pat added. His brain still in need of a cell that's padded.
     We ran down the shore line to get away. We could still hear the Blue Guy having his say. He was shouting about his shoe at every turn. That fire within for his shoe sure did burn. We thought we heard the last of him when our situation once again turned grim. We were back where we started. Blue Guy screaming for his shoe as all the talking animals had departed.
     "What is this place?" Drazin was clearly not impressed as this place had become quite the pest.
     "It's crazier than Pat and that is saying something."
     "Quiet or no dinner for you tonight, kitty cat." Pat threatened Cassie in a cheery tone. At least with all the voices in his head he is never alone.
     "Backwards with me. Let's go on three." I trotted backwards along the shore line and they all followed this rhyming feline. After a few minutes of walking and talking or moaning and droning, whatever the case may be, we no longer even saw a tree. Blue Guy's screaming about his shoe was gone and here we stood in an over grown lawn. There was a shabby shack at the back and we just knew we were in for more flack.

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That Blue Guy really wants his shoe. I wonder if he'll find it before this is through? Who knows how that will go. Who knows what the hell will show. I just hope Drazin or Pat doesn't get fixed. No brain cells would mean our feeding gets nixed. And so part two has come to pass from my ever so crazy little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

43 comments:

  1. Looks like Blue
    Will forever be haunted by one shoe
    And the singing ticks
    Got in a few licks

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    1. Blue is stuck
      Can't pass the buck
      Unlike the ticks
      Let's hope that never clicks

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  2. Part two was just as good
    As the part number one.
    It made enjoyable reading.
    Of such poetic fun.

    Yvonne.

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  3. For a brief moment I thought I was going to be 1. But that victory was slapped from me by two others. Oh well, I'll be back after I read the blog.

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  4. Haha part two is spun
    Blue shouting for his shoe
    could this adventure be true
    I don't know, but it was fun

    Could the shoe be buried in a shack
    beware wild boars may attack

    Blue needs to find his shoe
    keep following the clues....

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    1. Blue sure may find it
      At least for a bit
      Ah but is it truly Blue
      I haven't a clue

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  5. Purr Empire Part Two Comes Out Of The Blue!
    Still looking yet for the Blue Suede shoes
    Was some mean guy
    Acting on the sly
    Talking and moaning but yet missing the cue

    Hank

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    1. Missing it he was
      With his shoe buzz

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  6. The shoe, the shoe, the shoe is blue
    Find it and then start a coup
    Don't waste words, not even boo
    But always hurry to the loo

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    1. When you have to go
      Damn the blue shoe show

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  7. Poor Blue, everyone is always after his blue suede shoes.

    This was fun, Pat;)

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    1. That they are
      Want his shoes so he can't walk far

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  8. thats a new look
    is that the book?

    Sleepy kitty purrs
    and the wintry night brrs!


    http://slimexpectations.com/

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  9. Going backwards in time to escape doom
    Sounds like the perfect antidote for Drazin's gloom

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    1. Keeps Drazin at bay
      With his third person display

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  10. A shabby shack
    Ahead
    Will we enter
    With dread?

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  11. That is quite the tale. Hope the Blue guy finds his shoe. Well done Pat.

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  12. orlin N cassie; we dunno how yur dad doez it; rhymin poemz iz one thing but a hole storee....total lee awesum !!! 984 paws UP ☺☺♥♥

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    1. Can rhyme it all
      And we don't stall

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  13. Find out next time on Kitten Ball Z

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    1. There we go
      Won't drag on at our show

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  14. That as fun. Gotta find the shoe.

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  15. If the wife is crying the blues
    Because you’re not paying love’s dues
    And all of your powers
    Cannot stop her showers
    Then instead of flowers buy shoes

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    1. Shoes get the win
      So give them a spin

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  16. Well dang, if the shoe fits!

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    1. Don't drop the shoe
      Or wait for the other to come due

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  17. Sucking men dry and making them cry? Only if done the right way ;) Yes, my dirty mind went there today.

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    1. lol nothing wrong with gutter
      Won't make us stutter

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  18. Blue is screwed
    Without his shoe
    Now my man Pat
    Has got a job on his hands

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    1. We shall see
      If his shoe comes to be

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  19. I think that's the longest I've read ever since I started following you. But a good read nonetheless.

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    1. Once in a while
      I flip flop the style

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  20. Oh my! Can Blue ever find his shoe? Nicely written and I have a smile on my face

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    1. A smile works
      Blue's shoes get smirks

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