{"id":41,"date":"2004-08-28T23:10:12","date_gmt":"2004-08-28T23:10:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/valderbar.wordpress.com\/2004\/08\/28\/vexed-vixen\/"},"modified":"2004-08-28T23:10:12","modified_gmt":"2004-08-28T23:10:12","slug":"vexed-vixen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pearlpirie.com\/catnips\/2004\/08\/28\/vexed-vixen\/","title":{"rendered":"Vexed Vixen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>They stay, and stay, at their respective tables (this is the  wooden sleeping surface the hairless talls eat from, and I on my respective chair. I pat their leg and try to psychokinetically derive a budge from their hand to my back, or more key, their eye into my eye but, heh. No go. <\/p>\n<p>They are absorbed in looking at the giant glowing eye, some oracle that acts as a focusing device. I posit that it gives a boost to their communication abilities much like our trances to dance to another dimension closer to Cattess Mror or a more prosiac dimension of mouser fields or soft-dirt pads for scratching our physics equations on.<\/p>\n<p>The evening seems long without proper company. Maybe I should trance myself and be more productive, like my hefty cohort-of-the-closet snoring softly on top of the subject&#8217;s jacket. She says she can touch telepathy from it but with the scramble that is her brain, I know her readings can be, shall we say, inaccurate. <\/p>\n<p>I am sure from my own independant observations for example, that the hairless talls, have not danced with fishmongers or spent the evening with sailors. Running my translation matrix across a flyer haphazardly dropped by the subjects and cross checking the references, I think that the moist morsel of truth within my colleagues readings from the jacket is the word &#8220;mackerel&#8221; from a play by someone called Shakespeare called &#8220;The Saleman of Italy&#8221;. The information was leveled by her poor observation and spiked with her imagination. Hissworthy.<\/p>\n<p> Miao for Now<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>They stay, and stay, at their respective tables (this is the wooden sleeping surface the hairless talls eat from, and I on my respective chair. I pat their leg and try to psychokinetically derive a budge from their hand to my back, or more key, their eye into my eye but, heh. No go. They [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-41","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pearlpirie.com\/catnips\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pearlpirie.com\/catnips\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pearlpirie.com\/catnips\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pearlpirie.com\/catnips\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pearlpirie.com\/catnips\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=41"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/pearlpirie.com\/catnips\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pearlpirie.com\/catnips\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=41"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pearlpirie.com\/catnips\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=41"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pearlpirie.com\/catnips\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=41"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}