peggy pointer practises pirouettes.
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Jessica might kill me for putting this here but don’t worry! I’ll be back!
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My twin sister Jessica is currently in Toronto visiting from Hong Kong. I hadn’t seen her in 1.25 years. Before she arrived, we talked about all kinds of fun things we wanted to do, like:
- knit
- crochet more Underwear Tigers
- make delicious food
- eat delicious food
- see all kinds of old friends
- make stickers
- have creative jams
- watch a bunch of Korean horror movies
- eat a lot of Salt & Fresh Ground Pepper Kettle Brand chips
- come up with stories for Underwear Tiger
- dress up Underwear Tiger for Halloween
- make LOTS of music… enough music to kill the neighbours. And Evan.
Did we do any of it?? ? ? ??? ?
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Anyway, we really were anticipating making all kinds of music together, but we only just got around to making some noise. So here is a cover of that song “Let’s Get Together” from the original Parent Trap movie. IMHO, Jessica has become a phenomenal ukulele player in our time apart. But I wouldn’t know uke from a cuke, so what do I know?
Oh, and the last time we performed this was 15 years ago at our good friend Jess Chin’s house when we were 11. I think we even had a “dance.”
I hope she doesn’t kill me for posting this here!
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Psst! Underwear Tiger now has his very own home, designed by my genius twin sister, Jessica!
Oh, oh! And he also has his own page on teh Facebook. You should like him, if you like!
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I met a cat one scorching day
beneath a leafy tree.
I offered her a glass of milk
but she just mewed at me.
“Drink up, my friend. It’s very hot!
The sun is killing you!”
I splashed a bit of milk at her
to see what she would do.
Her fur was shining, slick with sweat;
she panted like a pup.
I thought she’d lick the flying drops —
I thought she’d lap them up!
But no, not she. She did not move
to dodge the milky splatter.
It coated her in creamy flecks
and I said, “What’s the matter?”
She moved her lips as if to speak
and so I listened close:
“Li’l miss,” she croaked. Her tone was stern:
“I’ve had an overdose.”
The fur began to shed like mad
in matted, chunky clumps,
and then appearing on the skin
were angry boils and bumps.
The whiskers fell, and then the ears;
she tripled in her height;
and in her mouth were rows of teeth
all gnashing for a bite.
“Come here!” she roared. “I need some food!”
I nearly pissed my pants.
Yet somehow I walked up to her
as though I stood a chance.
How terrified I felt right then.
The taste of fear, so strong!
The bumpy beast — this former cat —
was fifty shades of wrong.
And suddenly she lunged at me
and knocked me to the ground.
My glass of milk spilled everywhere
and spattered all around.
“Pick up the glass!” the monster roared.
I picked it up with haste.
She grabbed the vessel from my hands
and had herself a taste.
“Delicious! Perfect! Just the thing!”
she munched upon my glass
as tiny shards flew from her maw
to shimmer in the grass.
And just like that, the bumpy beast
did vanish from my sight
to leave behind the baby cat
who purred with sweet delight.
And so I share this lesson with
my kitten-aiding class:
for cats intolerant to milk,
no worries. Feed them glass! -
Hey, everybody! The Underwear Tiger has learned a new trick!!!!!
Wanna show it to everyone, buddy?
Okay!Cool! Good job!
I want to go faster. Faster!
If the spirit moves you.Look at me!
Nice. Is that the fastest you can go?
Is that a challenge?
No.
You dare challenge me?
I’m not challenging you.
Watch this!Oh, oh. That’s very nice. I think you can stop now.
I could do this forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever.
Stop! You’ll make yourself throw up!
No!I will spin FOREVER!
Tune in next week to find out:Â Will the Underwear Tiger throw up? ??? ? ?? ?
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Very important note to self:
Do not use watercolours on un-special paper ever again. Invest in proper materials!!!!!And a very special thank-you to Evan for scanning these pictures for me. Twice! That was very nice of him, and I am horrible for complaining about the barely-noticeable cropped edges 😦 So here is my public apology. Which you probably won’t read.
Anyway! …
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what does this old guy want from the underwear tiger? Hello to my handful of loyal readers! Thank you for clicking in today. So remember that time I told you about the new baby, who turned into the Underwear Tiger? Well, he grew up and some old guy summoned him today. Find out what happened next in Tales of the Underwear Tiger: The Cat in the Tree! (If you click on each image, it’ll open up and be bigger and better. I’ll figure out how to keep them from shrinking in the future, maybe.)
Thank you for looking at this story. If you’re feeling a little bad for our pal the Underwear Tiger and you wish to leave him some words of encouragement, post a comment below and I will gladly pass it along to him!!!!! I promise!!!!!!!!!