Raven diary #30: A Blursty Plan

This diary was inspired by a prompt from a podcast. The prompt was to make up a word, define it and write a story with that word in the title. The word I made up was blursty.

Blursty = difficult to figure out.

Dear diary,

Raven here.

Folks. I’m sure you’re aware that there is lots of snow and ice outside. Because of this, I’ve postponed the planning of our Holiday Catapaloosa until further notice. I’ve tried calling Santa Paws and each of his sleigh cats multiple times, but the signal on my Feline Phone is jammed. Plus, I’ve slipped on the ice just taking one paw step outside. I am NOT good at paw-ice skating, so I’ve been practicing some Catsmas carols in my spare time.

“On the first day of Catsmas my feline gave to me, a robin in a pear tree.”

“Meow Meow Bells. Meow Meow Bells.

Meow Meow all the way.

Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one cat open sleigh. Hey!”

I practice everything from Here Comes Santa Paws to Frosty the Snowcat. I practice carol after carol until I hear a knock at the door. I open it to find Lollipop sliding into the room. I lock the door as soon as Lolli comes in. His fur is covered in patches of snow and ice.

“Brr. It’s c-c-cold out there,” Lolli says as he shakes the snow and ice out of his fur. “What are you up to in here, Raven.”

“Just practicing some Catsmas carols,” I say. “Have you heard I’ve postponed the Holiday Catapaloosa?”

“Yes. Of course, I have,” says Lolli. “And I belive it can still happen on Catsmas Day. All we need to do is have it inside.”

“But hardly any cat can get here in all this snow and ice,” I meow. “Especially cats like Harold who live farther away. How will THEY get here?”

“Ravie,” meows Lolli. “Remember the time when our flatulence teleported us to Catington D.C and then Tokyo, Japan?” (For more, see https://handsomeboywrites.org/2022/02/21/raven-diary-21-frenemy-revenge-p2/ )

“Yeah. Deep Purrrrrrrrrple was amazing,” i meow, remembering the amazingly unexpected concert we managed to see.

“Yes, but that’s not my point,” says Lolli. “My point is that cats could telefart here rather than have to to deal with all that treacherous snow and ice.”

“But farts don’t just come out of nowhere,” I meow. “Is there anything else we can do to make this Holiday Catapaloosa happen?”

“Well,” meows Lolli. “The ice could melt by Catsmas Day. You never know. We should probably just see what happens. If the ice melts, we have our Catapaloosa. If the ice stays, we cancel our Catapaloosa.”

“Sounds great to me,” I yowl. “Let’ just play it by cat ear.”