Identity Crisis or What?!!
I tried to stand up but the tail wouldn’t let me and kept pulling me back. It was almost as if it was attached to me.
“Don’t panic,” said Cat suddenly, “it won’t help.”
“What do you mean don’t panic. I can’t get up. This thing, this Mudlizard, is holding me down. Or am I attached to it? I mean I can’t feel it moving. Is it dead?” I said, again in that strange gobbledegook language that Cat seemed to manage to understand. I was at this point assuming that something associated with the shock to my body as I had landed, was causing my wordsto sound the way they did to me.
“Hmmmmm,” started Cat before continuing,”it’s not dead as such.”
“Oh my God, you mean it’s still breathing,” I gasped alarmingly.
“In a manner of speaking,” responded Cat, “yes, it is breathing.”
“What do you mean,” I replied in an exasperated manner, “in a ‘manner of speaking’?”
“Well,” responded Cat, “your breathing so it’s breathing.”
“Huhhh,” I said, getting increasingly frustrated, “are you suggesting that if I were not breathing the Mudlizard wouldn’t be? I mean what? Am I so poisonous that if a Mudlizard ate me it would die?”
Cat looked at me with furrowed whiskers and said, “Your mind works in the strangest of ways. No, I was not suggesting you were poisonous to Mudlizards, though it would actually be quite handy if you were. Rather, I was trying to point out the connection.”
This explanation was no better and I made my exasperated-ness plain with an extra loud HUHHHH!!!!! To which Cat responded,
“Perhaps rather than me trying to explain further could I suggest that you roll over on to your tummy and then stand up?”
To be continued………..