- or in other words, what has four legs and flies? The other alternatives are of course: a dead horse; or, in this case, a cat with wings. Several other possibilties are out there, naturally enough: Gryphons (iffons/iffins, etc.) and their ilk - and possibly elk too, if anybody ever thought of sticking feathers on one of them; manticores, double decker buses, and so on, but only if you ignore the last one as being frivolous and silly, especially when involving Keanu Reeves in the situation. Sandra's welcome 'round for a cuppa anytime she likes though.
...aaanyway: told you I'd be sticking another moggy in, didni? Wings too, as per the declaration of underpants-stance, so there.
This catty critter comes courtesy of *ashbet
, a character of hers called Angel
...I think - my head might be screwed on wrong about that though, but I'm sure she'll soon put me in the right if I'm not in it already. Eeh, moggies with flying-gear, eh? Guess the birds won't be chuckling so much once this sort of thing becomes popular, little beaky buggers.
I'd forgotten what a royal pain it is to make wings, arg (perhaps that ought to be Royal, dunno, I'll ask Her Madge later on when she comes round to do the skirting boards), but this time out I took moulds off 'em so's I don't need to make any at this particular size and 'pose' everevereveragain, which may well of course be never, 'cause first thing that will happen will be someone going 'ooh, can you do me some wings too, but spread out/fully folded/like bats' wings instead?'
. Eeebygum. Feathers indeed, whose daft idea was it to invent the bloody things? Them naffing budgies, that's who, blummin' little newspaper-crapper-uppers...
Hmm, does nippular activity require a mature-content-thing? Better have one just in case I s'pose - and I guess you can also nearly notice what would be her netherly nookie-bits if this sort of thing went on in real life, so -