Alright, I'm taking the cute kitten picture. Serious tone evolving into funny.


*ahem*


Mr. Bojangles, awakening in a sun puddle after returning to his body from an intense, long-duration catnip binge, finally understood the meaning of it all... His past lives were discovered, his title of nobility, the long-gone
Pharaohes (pardon spelling) who worshipped him as a God himself, but one thing was still unclear: no explanation was given, no source of the occurrence could have a finger placed upon it.


Utter nonsense.

What could it be?

What has parted Mr. Bojangles from it not once, but time and time again, never to be found? His buried treasure missing in the desert sands...
He closed his eyes, purring softly to himself.


There was no answer.

No knowledge.

Nothing...


As his beloved human in this life came into the room and turned on the magical moving, talking box, he saw a beautiful bronzed man with hair as wild as his own, who spoke so eloquently, knowledgeably, of a time he'd known so fondly, not so long ago it seemed...


Suddenly, he knew:
The disappearance of his buried treasure, time and time again...
The figures in the sky that took it from him...
It was all so clear...
WHY did his sandy litter box MAGICALLY become an empty vessel when the visitors arrived?
Because

IT

WAS:





*bows deeply*


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