Automatic writing done on 23 July 2007

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The Cat's in the Bag

 

The vast majority of the people don't know what I've done to him. He's purple. Did I do that? Did I do it?

He said "no," yet I couldn't believe him, couldn't believe it.

What've I done? "What've I done?"

I couldn't take this.

"The cat's in the bag."

"I know," I said, "I put him there."

"Ralphus, what're you talking about?" he asked looking exasperated. "What're you talking about? What're you on about?"

"The cat."

"Which cat?"

"The cat in the bag!"

"You put another one in there?"

"Yes, I couldn't resist."

"What's going on here?" said a deep, dark voice. It was an intruder. Surely They would find out.

Find out what?

You know what.

The cats are in the bag.

"Popsicle," he said. "What'd you do with her?"

"What?"

"Popsicle! My daughter, you idiot! I told her not to marry a stupid bloke like you! Now she's...now she's... What've you done with her?!"

"I haven't done anything!" he said defiantly, backing away. "She did it to herself!"

"WHAT?!" he roared. The man jumped, but he landed on the bag. The cat made a noise, and the man sat upon his hands and knees looking completely dumbfounded. He was sure the man had been there a second ago, but now he's moved. And the noise from the bag--it's completely flat!

The man moved to open the bag.

"Don't!" one man cried.

"Don't look."

"Why not? Are you hiding something illegal and dangerous in here?" He reached for the opening. The cat meowed.

"Popsicle?"

"Meow."

"Pop...Popsicle?"

"Meow."

"Yes," said the man, "I admit it, it's Popsicle."

"You!" the man was outraged.

"I told you, she did it to herself!" he said again backing away.

"What lies!" The man launched himself again, not missing this time. He was dead when he hit the ground.

"The cat's in the bag."