For future reference, as needed:

[desperance]

It is not their tea-time, and they are idiots.

But you knew all that already. So should they.

And what damn fool was it gave them transporter-modules, anyway? They were behind me, I tell you! Mac was on the desk, making a nuisance of himself; Barry was on my knee, making believe that he loved me and not just my ability to scritch. I was not fooled. I was thirsty, and my glass was empty. I stood up, to go downstairs for a refill. I spilled Barry into the well of the desk, and turned around. Please note, this puts both cats behind me.

I walked four paces to the door. I was not overtaken; and yet, there they both were, Mac turning circles on the landing, Barry already halfway down the stairs. From behind me.

They have transporters, I tell you. Little individual beam-me-up-Scotties. Somewhere they have little Scottie dogs, trained and ready. It's terrifying.

Also, this chestnut? Is a bad chestnut. Bad chestnut. No nom-nom.

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

They walked through you on the astral plane.

[jeremy-m.livejournal.com]

Er, we've known cats can teleport since Fritz Leiber outed them in 1958 in Space time for springers.

For another example, I once had a cat in the bathroom when the ceiling fell in and was she squashed? No, she was in the bedroom wardrobe. Physics is for humans and other wimps.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

How can I not have known the Leiber? How can I never have seen the Leiber? I have been reading Leiber since... since... since cats could teleport!!

Thank you.

Also: yes, that. Exactly.

[yourbob.livejournal.com]

No Scotties necessary. They come with them pre-installed.

[fastfwd.livejournal.com]

It's all in the whiskers, actually.:)