Friday Fictioneers: A Pussy Through Time

Sadly upon checking out the photo I had an image of some awful 1970’s sitcom, mixed with something not so. So thanks to Rochelle for sorting this all out for us, like impatient chicks waiting for some regurgitated worm, or in this case, as the badly constructed metaphor goes, the photo provided by the awesome Dale Rogerson

So lets crack on and see what happens…

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

When Mrs Slocombe and Mr Humphries spent those hours in the stockroom, there was definitely no snogging, more quantum string theory and tessellation, with the ultimate aim to send Mrs Slocombe’s pussy somewhere, other than here, in time.

A mixture purple rinse dye, gentlemen’s hair-oil and starch, they hit upon a suitable compound which would fuel the indiscriminate, irresponsible movement of someone, forward or back, in time.

Mrs Slocombe’s pussy.

Theoretically, this is who we see.

So Mrs Slocombe’s Pussy will be the only one to know what Mrs Slocombe’s Pussy would see, today, yesterday and tomorrow, and forever.

Well unless you’ve seen “Are you being Served” or “Interstellar” then this will probably make no sense, but who doesn’t like 100 words about a time travelling cat?

24 comments

  1. Oh, you meant a cat and time travel… I thought you meant … something different. LOL. So many fond memories of Are You Being Served wrapped up in this one. They don’t make shows like that anymore. Maybe just as well.

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  2. I’m a big fan of British comedy. Well maybe not all of it, but I sure remember that one.Talk about double entendre! I’m chuckling now thinking about it. Fawlty Towers is another huge favourite of mine. I could watch episodes of that a million times and still laugh. Your idea of what went on in the closet and the time travelling pussy have me chuckling too.

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