C-2747 Logbook, as found
Logbook Entry 1: 20.12.25, 07.00 hours
C-2747 reporting. Arrived at research location in loosely wrapped gift box, promptly shredded any evidence of my instructions on the wrapping. Began exploration of interior. There are many individual rooms that are interconnected to form a whole space. Seems to have fuzzy yarn floor covering throughout much of the layout except in the room where food comes from and the room where the humans deal with their excrement. My return pod, disguised as a leopard-print sleeping tent, is in the room that I entered into the location in, along with a large evergreen tree covered in shiny baubles that resemble H-com devices. This warrants further study since the humans are not thought to be this technologically advanced and thusly we may not be the only outsiders with interests here. The humans have offered me a plastic domed pod for my waste in a side room off of the room in which they deal with their excrement. Most of the rooms with the floor covering have high jumping ledges. I don’t yet know what is kept up there.
Logbook Entry 2: 20.12.26, 07.00 hours
C-2747 reporting. The humans reprimanded me for climbing the large evergreen tree and took it away. I did not get a chance to examine the shiny baubles more closely to see if they were in fact H-com holographic communication devices as they appeared to be. I’ve discovered that I spend an inordinate time napping here, although it actually seems that much of my day is spent downloading while casually napping. Just what is taking the Mother Ship so long?
Logbook Entry 6: 20.12.30, 07.00 hours
C-2747 reporting. Was alone most of the day. Have not yet determined where the humans go for hours on end. Perhaps to another similar habitat that requires the traveling room by which they first brought me here in the loosely wrapped box. Will try to follow up on this when I am able. I am keeping these logbook entries short to try to maximize transference with the Mother Ship, since contact is so spotty.
Logbook Entry 7: 20.12.31, 07.00 hours
C-2747 reporting. One of the humans found me on one of the high jumping ledges looking around. They made a huge commotion waving their arms and shouting “No!” before ungraciously scooping me up and dropping me back on the floor. There must be something important and top secret up there, I shall have to continue my explorations while they are asleep or away.
Logbook Entry 10: 21.01.03, 07.00 hours
C-2747 reporting. I have not heard from the Mother Ship for several days. So I am working on training the humans. Making mournful cries and staring at the sustenance bowl has not resulted in more kibble dispensation. Instead, they shake the kibble down to fill in the hole to the bottom that I have meticulously unearthed. I will have to make a more concerted effort to ensure that they follow through on actually filling the bowl in the future. I shall continue to test and hone my whining capabilities in this.
Logbook Entry 13: 21.01.06, 07.00 hours
C-2747 reporting. One of the humans was up for much of the night and has spent an inordinate time in bed. They may be sick. I stayed with them to observe them for signs of further distress. They seemed mildly perturbed that I set up a vigil by their head staring at them but allowed me to remain there anyway. At one point they tried to grab me and enfold me in their arms but I shook myself free and moved a little further away to stare from a safe distance.
Logbook Entry 15: 21.01.08, 07.00 hours
C-2747 reporting. The humans and I have discovered the most wonderful interactive game in which they wave a wand with a string and ribbons attached to make them flutter. It has provided opportunity to bond and to sharpen my hunting skills. I am working to train them to engage in this activity more often, further developing my whining capabilities.
Logbook Entry 16: 21.01.09, 07.00 hours
C-2747 reporting. Why is contact with the Mother Ship so intermittent? The Mother Ship dropped off for several hours today in the middle of a download. One of the humans caught me with my motor running but shrugged it off. They said it was “cute”. Uncertain what exactly that means – will have to look into this further. I shall try to be more diligent so as to not be discovered in the future.
Logbook Entry 19:21.01.12, 07.00 hours
C-2747 reporting. One of the humans rose unannounced in the middle of the night to use their excrement room. Thankfully they didn’t see me exploring one of the high ledges or notice as the aperture of my vision sensors refocused with the new light levels. They do not seem entirely aware or capable in the night; I shall have to utilize this knowledge to further advantage later. The high ledges have nothing of note upon them, just little figurines and knickknacks that would make a great clamor as they broke into hundreds of tiny pieces should they be knocked off the ledge… This is very tempting, but not when I’m trying to remain hidden…
Logbook Entry 22: 21.01.15, 07.00 hours
C-2747 reporting. I am losing sight of the Mission. What exactly was I supposed to be learning from this exercise? I find that I am more and more drawn to sitting beside the humans and have continued to express my desire to play with the ribbon wand and for them to fill the sustenance bowl with more kibble. They are easily trained but don’t always follow through on their training well.
Logbook Entry 27: 21.01.19, 07.00 hours
C-2747 reporting. The Mission has been extended without further instructions. Awaiting download from the Mother Ship for more clarification. Other agents have stopped by on the other side of the external glass to offer their criticisms of my approach, but they do not offer any more guidance and I continue to be steadfast in my duty to observe my research environment.
Logbook Entry 31: 21.01.23, 07.00 hours
C-2747 reporting. I have finally heard from the Mother Ship! Having observed the humans and logged their activities over the past month, I have been instructed to smother them in their sleep as they have been deemed dangerous and oafish creatures that are incapable of greater awareness than younglings for all that this has not been my full impression as they are somewhat trainable and are well-intentioned. Nonetheless, I am practicing my assigned task by sleeping on their faces in the middle of the night.
Logbook Entry 34: 21.01.26, 07.00 hours
C-2747 reporting. I announce finalization of my Mission. I am awaiting return to the Mother Ship. I will be resting peacefully in my Pod at 08.00 hours awaiting intermolecular transport.
Side note: Although C-2747 reported having completed their objective, C-2747 didn’t actually follow through on smothering the humans in their sleep. The humans awoke late that morning to find their beloved new housecat and its leopard print sleeping tent missing. Countless LOST flyers yielded no response. The cat was simply gone.
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Somehow I came across an older Midnight Panther comic book, Feudal Fantasy #2 from the late 1990s to be precise, and I thought I’d reappropriate it into a new story as a collage. Anyway, this is what evolved. Honestly there wasn’t a lot of content to work with, but that isn’t surprising seeing as how that wasn’t really the point of the original… And sorry, I saved the erotic bits for another project, though even that was pretty tame in this one – just a bunch of boobies.
Images: Black and white line drawings of wide-eyed anime women and men in various states of undress, looking cute, being coyly pensive, and hack ‘n slashing.
Text reads: I like… men who are dying. We ought to just kill everyone involved. The scent of blood!! I never see his face, he always wears a mask. What a waste of time. I don’t like this. The horny bastard. What a pig!! -Slash- Sounds like it could be fun.
Images: More black and white line drawings of wide-eyed anime women and men kissing and hack ‘n slashing.
Text reads: Mercenaries of glorious Edo, if you can make the flowers that bloom along the rivers during spring drop their petals, then do so. I’m the Ferryman of the River Styx. Whssh.
OK, OK – here are some boobies since you stuck with this so long. And here’s a link to some more of my comic book collages, in case you are interested.
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Black Friday.
You can’t beat the deals. So many of us. Waiting. Readying. Checking the time. Counting down the seconds. You better believe I earned my place at the start of the line. I’ve been camping out here since late Wednesday. Yeah, yeah, the holiday was yesterday. Whatever, I had my family’s full endorsement.
Because that new high-definition television beckons. The best in zoning out technology. All channel access. Cutting edge entertainment. Bleeding edge. That blade is sharp, baby. Like a razor.
But this kind of escapism is costly. A reality check says it’s not in my family’s budget. We don’t make that kind of money, and so here I am. Among all the others vying for the same prize.
Only one will get there first. Only one available. Must have TV. Must have T.V. Must. Have. T. V.
An employee approaches the door. Nobody noteworthy. A soon-to-be-casualty. No more. No less.
We rise and lurch into place. Ready…
On your mark.
Get set.
Go!
Original images generated with Nightcafe AI art generator.
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This time on Nightmarish Nature, in honor of Thanksgiving, we’re exploring scads of scat! And not just because of the aftermath of all that eating we’re going to be doing, given that everything that goes in must come out eventually. But because turkeys are weird.
But, how weird?
Apparently, the shape and size of a turkey’s poop can tell you the sex and age of the bird. Male and female birds poop different shaped turds, and bigger ones with age. Your poop can’t do that, we’re pretty sure. And no, we don’t want to check, even if it does come in a whole host of rainbow colors with all the dyes in our food nowadays. Keep your weird quirks to yourself.
Fecal Fetishes
Vultures have very acidic scat that helps to keep their feet and food clean of bacteria from hopping in and around dead things. Somehow, this doesn’t seem like a step up to us, but I guess if you’re a carrion crawler you take what you can get. At least you’d know where it’s been I suppose, and that’s more than you can say for some of your long dead food sources…
Rabbits must process their food twice in order to break down the grassy matter they digest (like cows chewing cud). And so they eat their own partially digested matter, the cecotropes they produce after the first digestion. This isn’t true poop per se, that fecal matter comes after second digestion, but it does work its way through the same way.
And that brings us to koalas. They are one of only a few mammals that can eat eucalyptus leaves (and are closely related to wombats, one of the other two). Koala offspring eat their mother’s pap, which is a specialized form of poop that allows the baby to transition from nursing milk to eating solid leaves. It is green, smeary, mushy, and can get everywhere. Just like you’d expect.
We aren’t exempt.
For all that we have learned to be poop averse, a lot of animals eat others’ scat and glean a lot of nutritional value from their detritus. It’s not just your dog raiding the cat litter box and then licking you in the face. And we humans have even fought wars over rights to seabird guano, which was used as a form of fertilizer in the late 1800s.
Anyway, that’s the scoop on poop for now. Maybe we’ll revisit this load later on, seeing as how there’s still plenty of content here.
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