~Remotely Uncontrolled~
I learned a very important lesson today.
A wise man once told me a tale about a dog and some dancing monkeys. I can't remember the moral to the story, but I am reminded of why I should have been quicker than Carter and bought Daniel a pooch.
Isis has recovered from having her butt shaved after becoming entangled in my fishing hooks, but it appears she's holding some type of feline grudge. You see, I thought I'd gotten her out of her acrobatic tendencies; kinda calmed her down a few notches, but I guess fish hooks lodged in her rear end has had a kinda adverse affect on her temperament.
She's developed a new skill.
Flying!
Actually, I'm wondering if she's robotic and Carter has installed an on/off switch on her. Yep, that's it. Bet she's being remotely controlled by my far-too-clever 2IC from an unmarked van parked down the street.
Danny and I are sitting on the couch, enjoying a third helping of Sponge Bob, when from nowhere, Isis, who had spent the evening zipping around the room, making us both dizzy, took a flying leap from the dining room table, fell asleep mid-air, and hit the couch cushion. Didn't move for the rest of the evening.
Normally this wouldn't bother me, but when I say she didn't move, I really mean it. Daniel, generally animated in his interactions with mikta, took to poking her, but she was down for the count. Unable to find a logical reason for her extended and rather sudden slumber, I came to the conclusion she really was robotic and had been hit by an electromagnetic pulse, her circuits shorted out temporarily.
Made damn fine sense to me.
Daniel gave my hypothesis a nod of approval around the thumb lodged in his mouth, and we settled back for round four of Bob.
By about round five of Bob—I might just add at this point that it's the same episode over and over—Isis decided nap time was over and she was off. Now, she didn't so much as wake up slowly, which is the norm for most living things, nope her on switch was flipped and she was gone.
Did I mention she has her own Asgard Hyperdrive?
No?
The whole Asgard angle really works for me, considering she's grey, has big eyes, and a tendency to treat humans as lesser beings.
Yep, the Roswell incident has taking on new meaning. Someone call the President!
It's quiet again. Isis is… somewhere. Daniel is curled up on my lap and the credits are rolling on Sponge Bob. Of course, I'm under no illusions that this will be our last run through of the episode where Bob and Patrick dig for treasure, because far from feigning sleepiness, Daniel has the remote in his hand and knows how to use it.
"Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Sponge Bob Square Pants!"
Between the cat and the kid, I've developed an intense eye-tick.
Then end… for the moment.