Confession: I Have Prototypes and Magnificats in My Family Tree

Again. More drama on the home front. Turns out I got some "interesting" family history. Sheesh.

Everything was all neat and tidy and humming along until I found this on the floor:

Melvin the-real-life-cat was carrying it around in his mouth. I asked the Kreatrix what it was and she got all weird.

I said to her:

"Lady, you are giving me a bad case of the howling fantods. Explain yourself!"

That's right. I used a FANCY WORD! Go look it up. Some of us are improving ourselves.

The CEO and Kreatrix got all whispery and gathered us together for an emergency meeting. She got two baskets out of the magic closet in her studio and set it on the floor.

We rummaged through it, the pieces all looking oddly familiar. Dude whispered what we were all thinking.

"They look like....body parts."

I was about to perform peristaltic pyrotechnics on the rug but the Kreatrix pulled me close and said very quickly:

"I had to practice building all of you, sort of trial and error, and what you see here were the first attempts. These even came before the CEO!"

So. The curtain is pulled back on the wizard, huh? I let out a little growl and exclaimed:

"And you just toss them to the cats like they were cheap little toys! Well... I never!"

The CEO gave me the stink eye and said to the Kreatrix.

"It's time."

The Kreatrix left the room and quietly returned with this spectacular cat thingy and set it on the floor.

Kreatrix looked sad and walked away. The CEO explained:

"When Opie, the real-life magnificat, went to live with the wise ones, the Kreatrix was so upset she closed herself away and built this homage to him."

Wally joined us for the story because he actually knew Opie the Magnificat!

"She was very determined to create something of beauty, just like she was with us. And beauty takes time. So suck it up little man and apologize to the Kreatrix."

I later learned that Melvin kept breaking into the closet and stealing the pieces. Maybe in 2014 I will learn not to jump to all the wrong freaking conclusions!

So here is Opie the Magnificat!

Ginger didn't seem to have much problem with all of this. Girls! She latched onto this prototype.

I said

"GinGin, it has NO EYES!" but she didn't care.

So sometimes skeletons in your closet turn out to be beautiful things and throwing howling fantods is a waste of really good energy.

All hail Opie the Magnificat!

And for your spiderbots looking for something to eat on this blog and barf up on Google, here ya go: Opie the Magnificat is a soft sculpture cat doll. That's right. A soft sculpture cat doll.