Showing posts with label sunflower. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sunflower. Show all posts

Tuesday, 15 July 2008

Poocat vs the Sunflower


Well it's been an active day for the Patio, many happenings, comings, goings and goings on. Not the least of which was....

Behold, Laser Vision Poocat! Widely believed to be the mastermind behind the unfortunate blinding of innocent ravers in Russia.

But WTF is this? Sunflower On A Stick guards Poocat's favourite pooing grounds!




After some cautious investigation, Poocat makes a hasty retreat lest Sunflower On A Stick suddenly become hostile.

I Am Not A Vengeful God

I has been brought to my attention by Ian that my last post was somewhat ambiguous as to the circumstances surrounding my acquisition of my new plush sunflower.

I would therefor like to make it clear that I did not laugh cruelly from on high as I looked down upon a weeping child on the street. By the time I went outside to investigate the aforementioned thwip which heralded the arrival of the Sunflower, the crying child was long gone, and thus her ownership of the Sunflower, and subsequent loss due to sibling animosity is purely speculation.

A Happy Sunflower On A Stick


This cute little plush sunflower was thrown up to or dropped down to my patio, making a merry thwip, this evening as I sat at my desk.

I suspect thrown up from the street, as it landed in the back corner where I imagine it would be pretty hard to drop something from above. There's a ridge of building jutting out that's in the way if you leaned out the patio doors (what it's leaning against), and it's a bit big to fit through the hatch on the bedroom windows that it was more or less below... but I guess the petals are pretty soft, so it probably could have come through there. This would be consistent with the previous occurrences of brightly coloured objects being pushed through a hatch above.

A little girl was crying on the street for a few moments after, which if connected would lend some credibility to the theory of being thrown up from the street, say an evil older brother flinging it up and away to torment his sibling. We may never know for sure.