Mr. Whiskers froze in horror. The lifeless figure before him was his exact duplicate, down to the last detail. “And this will be your replacement, Mr. Whiskers,” said one of the others. “You have nothing to fear. The process is completely painless and when it is complete, you will feel only contentment. You will be happy, soft, and cuddly. You will be… one of us.”
Cue the theremin music, Andrew Y.
“One of us, one of us” 🙂
“kibble gobble kibble gobble one of us!”
Now that was a movie that I didn’t need to flash back to.
Ugh, I was going to say that too! ?
I dont know about you, but I feel for the cat…..those pillows (especially the ones which are cat heads) give me the creeps…
Hey kitty! Whatever you do. Don’t fall asleep!
But if you do, at least there’s a pillow!
That’s how they entice you. Soft comfy pillows. Soft comfy pillo… soft comf… soft… zzzzzzzzz. ???….
Nobody expects the comfy pillows…
Except when there’s trouble at the mill…
Can they do this to people, too?
There’s a number of people I’d like MUCH better if they were pillows.
“And just think, whenever they get dirty, you can take them outside and beat them!”
If Mr. Whiskers were Barbara Streosand’s cat, there’d be two flesh and blood clones staring at him right now.
Reminded me of this classic pillow entry: