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". .GOOD GOD CATHEAD!" blurted keeper,
"You're as still as a Sphinx" he said, waving one hand down infront of my cathead. I did nay budge but kept staring straight ahead.
ClickFLASH! went the digicam again,
" Come on Cathead snap out of it, he continued in a more worrying tone, " You've been like this all afternoon . . .I know it's raining outside and all that it's pouring, the animals are snoring kind of stuff . . .but still. . .you're too still"
And so I was, very still. Still in mind too. I'd assumed this Egyptian Tomb cat position at about 12.30pm and kept it up for three hours, cause I was in a trance, intoxicated by the vision. The vision of what is to come for planet earth very shortly. This is no Jehovas Witness mumbo Jumbo, this is 4 real Cathead fans, you'd better believe it.
It all started just after that Occult Bruiser episode with the spooky Trenchcoat Man that I related before Christmas. He'd stopped in the street to gaze unnervingly into the house at me, squat atop the living room drawers on my tassled cushion/lookout post. He just stared and stared .. .and soon keeper rushed down in fear for my basketmate little Buffy. As it happened she was being weighed up for a scrap by Mr Cool Cat, from my previous post MR COOL CAT ( see Tags). Mr Cool Cat though, was none other than Trenchcoat Man who had the occult powers to morph his body into that of a cat.
This in turn from his previous incarnation as a sooth sayer and psychic fortune-teller in the Highlands in the 18th century, who had come to a sticky end in a barrel of tar for daring to tell the local countess the truth about her philandering husband's foreign escapades in Paris - in front of her entire household.
That's enough history, we're here now eh? Well yesterday keeper had a weird experience, he was out in the camper with Dingo dog when he spotted our friend Trenchcoat Man walking along with some girl in a white hood.
He thought to get a picture of him and yet every time he raised the digicam to snap, Trenchcoat turned his back -that very second. This happened 4 times, keeper realated, as if there was some invisible force protecting him from getting his front/face picture taken. Or maybe, thought keeper, he wasn't really there, physically, it was only a holographic optical illusion.
This spooked my good keeper no end, so he phoned the local priest and blabbed all this out to him.
A prickly line of sweat formed across his forehead as he spoke. Of course, Cathead is all ears and took it all in.
. .. . oops there's keeper turning the lock in the door, back from his walk with Ding Doingo - to be continued Cathead fans. . . . hang on. . .prrrrr ssss, let me just. .. .prrr upload this. ... .ah yes, press this
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Yeah, there he is eh? Personification of pure evil. He who knows no conscience, a totally young soul, one with no life learing lessons under his re-incarnation belt.
Except the one coming up from zee chat CH!
Oh Lord here's another pic, keeper was right, Trenchcoaty just kept turning his back at the split secind keeperfinger was pressed to the shutter, how very very bizaaary Occult.
And that hooded gorl with him, who is she? Some dark angel side-kick?
Back to my Egyptian Tomb cat meditation revelations.. ..there is a place -or more accurately a vibrational frequency, in the inner worlds. A kind of junction, where all the sounds of the universe, including the enormous forces of planets and stars forming, colliding, destroying; come together.
Thrown in there are all the shouts and shrieks and screams of all the living creatures in the universe at this each moment. The cries of pleasure and of intense pain, of orgasms and death throes, of agony and pleasure.
Allinall, totally nerve-wracking. How God can hear that and not want to wind-up the entire creation is beyond my lickle cathead I can tell you.
Just thinking about what I heard there makes me need a lap of Real Mc Coy cat milk from the kitchen carpet saucer. . . .
bak in a jiff
No, keeper is whiskin' us all away to see the Scottish snow til next week. .
LATER my friends!!!
Yow
CATHEAD
Good to see the cool cat's back - thought you'd given up on humans for a while there.