White Cats, interlude

..When I was young, my grandfather never liked cats. He didn’t mind me having a dog though. But I was more fond of cats. I asked him one day why he felt the way he did.

“…Because dogs keep the mad scientists away,” he said.

..It took a few minutes to get him to explain what he said…

“..When I was young, I thought I could go into the state park at night. I didn’t fear the dark, didn’t know the danger that stalks…

“You’ll never see the white fur which seems to glow in the dark, or the eyes that reflect your flashlight,” he said, “You will hear neither the purring that comes down from his perch, nor smell the ammonia stench of his white lab coat flowing.. You won’t feel the prick of the blow dart or be aware of where you land…

“You won’t recall the taste of dead leaves upon hitting the ground, or see Dr.Winter, the large green eyes, watching and making his plans…

“So don’t find yourself in his laboratory. Be careful when you venture at night. Always be watching the trees. For you don’t know when Dr. Winter is watching. Be careful when you hear the breeze…

“He’s always looking for new test subjects, he watches, waits for the unwary…

“So get a dog, get a dog, grandson, and keep Dr. Winter at bay.”

–from “The White Cat of the Labyrinthine Woods” by Tyger G. Caterwauling, Summer Sunny Squashmare Publishers, Topeka, Kansas 1985.

Movement of Night Sky

They Live!

Behind the mansion is a path through the Labyrinthine Woods you have not explored. Having survived a barrage of poisoned barbs from Dr. Winter, you and now on a path that continues to get darker. The path here has a sense of brooding. You hear rustling in the trees. You keep moving on the trail but it gets darker further inside the woods.

You hear an owl. Another owl answers the first owl’s call. A third, then a forth answer the first owl’s call. You look up expecting to see all these large birds, but instead it’s as if night has come early. The night sky, in this particular section of forest, has no stars. And the sky moves. Like ripples in a pond. Why does it move?

You now hear hooting sounds in front of you. A piece of the night sky has jumped to the ground. It now moves like the silhouette of a person crouching. Whoever it is is wearing a draped in a giant black beach towel. The figure starts to make monkey noises.

“Oo Oo oo ah ah ah ah ah! oo ah oo ah oo ah!”

Territorial sounds of owls: He says don’t get closer. This is why Dr. Winter did not pursue you into this trail. He knew better. If you go any farther you may be ripped to shreds. Or however these weird towel creatures kill their prey.

You are now between a rock and a hard place.

This is the crossroads where paths are woven,
Now is the place of a road newly chosen. **

*Try to ward off the towel owls

*Get Dr. Winter to call off his pets

Stay tuned, hikers!

 

 

Illustration of Dr. Winter

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In case you are wondering what Dr. Winter looks like in my mind, here is an idea. He’s a human scientific genius trapped in a white cat’s body. Blame it on a flaw in his intellect which caused an accident in one of his mad experiments. He wears a lab coat because he refuses to let go of his humanity.

The bamboo blowgun is equipped with poison darts made for various purposes. Much of it is used to acquire new test subjects. Or to create a diversion to throw the park rangers off his scent. The bamboo comes from within the park. Possibly from within the Labyrinthine Forest.

Dr. Winter appears through out this blog. Do not be fooled in thinking he may have a good side to him. His schemes are self centered, partly because he wants to control the park. Partly to acquire the jewels hidden within the park, and partly to return to his human form. The latter may never happen on a permanent basis.
If you have fan art of Dr. Winter, I’d love to see it.

Spread the Joy

I told you he’s crazy!

You choose to capture the white cat. The white cat in a lab coat casually goes around the corner of the mansion. You already know he is able to use poison darts from a bamboo blow gun he stores in his lab coat. Cautiously you sneak around the corner. No sign of the cat. To your left is a stream that runs along a dug out gully. There is a bridge roughly 200 meters. To your right is the back of the mansion, just a wall of marble stone slabs bonded by mortar. In front of you is a path that leads to the Labyrinthine Forest. It’s a path you have never explored.

There he is. He’s just barely poking his head around the corner of the mansion. You slowly get on one knee and try to coax him to come to you. The lab coat adorned kitty meows and rubs against the wall. You are encouraged by this and continue calling. You clap your hands. The cat rolls on his back and looks at you in his lab coat. You smile and say come on, kitty. The cat meows back at you and then yawns. He starts to purr loudly. You slowly start to come toward him, holding out your hand. The cat sniffs your hand and rubs his furry whiskered cheeks against it. You tell the cat good boy, what a nice kitty. The cat jumps on your shoulders. He licks your neck. You smell rubbing alcohol. A cotton ball soaked in Ethel alcohol rolls off your shoulder, but you don’t notice. The cat jumps down and rolls over on his belly. You rub his tummy. He purrs. You check his lab coat. There is no bamboo blow gun.

Suddenly you feel something sharp hit your neck. You realize too late the friendly cat was just a decoy. Another white cat in a lab coat saunters over from under the bridge and sits, watching you with those venomous green eyes.

Behind the cat you see a mysterious figure. He’s draped in a black beach towel, sitting on his haunches. He hoots like a barred owl. Hoots four times. Hoots four more times, then rolls his Rs.

The imposter cat in the lab coat waits. The real cat in the lab coat turns to the towel figure. You hear him speak.

“Take him.”

The figure unfurls the towel. There is nothing underneath it visible. The fabric grabs hold of you and something sharp pierces the back of your neck. Darkness takes you.

You wake up in a black cave hanging by your feet, high above the ground. But they are no longer feet. Just a corner of a large towel. You have become like the towel figure. It is uncertain anything can change you back. Below you is the feline mad scientist. He speaks through a head set behind a glass.

“Greetings, test subject 112A. I am Dr. Winter. You are part of a greater experiment. The sacrifice of your humanity will aid in my plans for the Park. You are one of many. You are many of one. Crave water. Crave meat. Multiply. Spread the joy.”

The words “spread the joy” resonate in your mind. You hoot in answer. In response to you, other towels echo with hoots. You realize there are literally millions of black towels like you in this room. An opening appears. You must be in the mountains somewhere. It doesn’t matter. The hunt is starting. Your shackles release you. Together as one body, you fly like a bat with the other black beach towels out into the night.

This is a test. You target a small town in the mountains. If this succeeds, then you will be directed to the Park. Survivors will be made into towels like yourself. Your old life, with its worries fade as this new life takes over. As you attack innocent citizens you understand that your humanity has gone. You no longer have the morals and ethics you once had. Your justifications are now lowered to a primitive kill to eat status.

Dr. Winter has changed you into a massive black beach towel. Spread the Joy. You now crave sustenance that only piercing your victims in the back of the neck with your sharp needle-like mouth, located in the middle of your body, and draining their life blood and spinal fluid can give. Spread the joy. But don’t worry, you now have millions of brothers and sisters whose numbers are constantly growing. Hoot hoot.

But you do not have to be a killer towel. Go back and change your future.

Wait for the End

I’d Rather Not, Thanks

Don’t come any closer or I’ll swallow him whole!” warns the monster jacket.

You decide to obey rather than defy, so you wait and don’t move. The monster suddenly realizes this and laughs as the bulge in the monster’s belly you knew was the trapped little boy suddenly disappears.

“Ha! I can’t believe it! You really believed I wouldn’t do it!”

The monster collapses even as he laughs at simply pulling the wool over your eyes. It is now just a large overcoat busily taunting you. Yet you immediately realize the child somehow found a way to escape. Even as the cackling overcoat continues to taunt, you see the boy run to his mother and embrace her.

The park ranger comes over and picks up the over coat.

“Hey, park ranger, can you believe this guy?”

“Zip it, Oswald!” says the ranger to the mouthy overcoat. Then he turns to you.

“Thank you for your help today,” says the ranger.

“What?! That guy just got fooled by an overcoat, and you congratulate him?”

He gives you a brochure.

“Have you considered becoming a park ranger?”

Your hike in the Park could be a full time job. But for now focus on today.

You realize your efforts to find the lost child. He’s back with his mother. But there are still some loose strings to tie up. Why was he kidnapped in the first place? Are there other children like him who are still out there? Will the perpetrators be caught? What about those other jewels? What will they open once collected?

Whoosh. zzt.

Something zips past you and hits the nearby marble of the park mansion. It’s a blow dart. The needle has stuck into the stone. Blue liquid oozes out of the vial of the needle from the blow dart and runs hissing down the wall.

Two more darts follow the first and also hit the wall behind you. You’re almost certain they’re aimed at you. But then you hear the marble stone begin to grunt and growl.

To your horror, the side of the mansion has formed a large humanoid figure. It pulls itself out of the wall, raises its arms in clenched fists, and bellows. It hungers.

“Holy cow, we’ve got trouble!” says the park ranger into his radio, “A marble animate, I repeat, a marble animate. Someone is targeting the mansion!”

The boy and his mother run back inside the mansion. The marble monster wants them, but the ranger gets its attention first. Other park rangers arrive on the scene and open fire with their guns. The marble animate doesn’t go down easily. It doesn’t need to move fast. The bullets hit their intended mark. They open into nets made from steel chains and their weight eventually begin to out weigh their target.

While the park rangers wonder what has happened, you see up in a nearby tree something white. He scratches his ears with his back feet and cleans his whiskers, checks his lab coat. You see him put a bamboo blow gun back inside his lab coat. Then he looks up and sees you. The white cat in a lab coat returns his gun to his coat and jumps down from the tree. He’s in no hurry. The cat casually walks behind the mansion and out of sight.

This is the crossroads where paths are woven,
Now is the place of a road newly chosen. **

*Beware of White Cats. They’re crazy.

*Desire for treasure outweighs curiosity.

–editor’s note: stay tuned, hikers!

Out here be monsters seen on your Hike in the Park.

A message from Dr. Winter

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Greetings,

In your absence I have not been idle. I’m having no difficulty recruiting new test subjects. It’s an task when people underestimate you.

While I’m stuck as a white feline, know that I’m still a genius intellect. People refuse to accept that. They still treat me like an adorable ball of white fluff!

They say, “Aw, what a cute kitty! And he’s dressed in his own tiny lab coat!”

Then before they know it, they’re wearing a cat suit and chasing mice. I cannot stand playing the role of the friendly cat. Until you can think of new ideas for this blog, and include me in them, I will be waiting.

Sincerely,

Dr. Winter

 

P.S.,

The Marb and the Moonlight Fettre also want attention.

P.P. S.,

As if The Marb can beat me, that overgrown orange, saber-fore-pawed, fur ball and his army of organic weirdos!

P. P. P. S.,

You’ve been calling me “Dr. White” the past few blog posts. Seriously it doesn’t take a genius to look at the previous posts and understand my name is Winter. Winter!