Visser Three snapped around and glared at me with ferocious hatred.
I opened the door of my cage.
“Rrrrraaawwwrrr!” Jake leaped through the air, his huge claws outstretched.
I flew out of the cage, a clumsy mass of fur and skin, a creature that was half-cat and half-human.

Wait, did Visser Three see her half morphed?  Maybe it was too dark to notice the half-human part?  Or maybe half-kitty half-human can be mistaken for the upper part of an Andalite’s torso in mid-morph?

“Melissa, your father loves you more than you will ever know. And more than he can ever show you. Signed, someone who knows.”

And then she never appeared in the series ever again, as far as I can remember.

<There will be a next time,> Tobias said. <There will be a next time until the Andalites return. >

Aaand that’s all for book 2, The Visitor!  Stay tuned for the follow up post and then it’s on to book 3!

“I agreed to surrender my freedom. To become a Controller. To accept this filthy thing in my head. To accept your control. I agreed … but only if you would spare my daughter.”

This is touching and all but… dude they’re planning a full-scale invasion.  You had to have known than any protection granted to her would be temporary at best.  Do you think that when the planet is full of Yeerks your daughter’s going to be the only uninfested human or something?

If he hesitated, I could plow right into him. That would be a very un-catlike thing to do.

I’m guessing you’ve never been tripped by overexcited cats.

(There.  That’s 3/4 of them and now it’s out of my system)

Compared to a cat, the best gymnast who ever lived is like a big staggering cow or something.

Unless they’re my cats.  Then they fall off the stupidest things.

“Interesting. Claws and teeth and ferocity mixed with the subtlety to manipulate creatures larger than itself. A worthy creature. Yes, let it live, for now. Let it live until we have resolved the matter of the girl.”

And Visser Three discovers why stereotypical villains love kitties.

“See, in a comic book the heroes don’t get killed. I mean, okay, they killed Superman that time, but it was only temporary.”

I think there are entire websites devoted to keeping track of how many times certain heros have been killed so… sorry comic books can’t save you now!

In my dream I knew: I was that shrew.

In my dream I’m the shrew, it’s me.

(I’m sorry)

A human being will notice colors, for example. Now, a cat can see colors, more or less. He just isn’t interested in colors. It’s like, okay, that thing is red. Who cares?

Actually, while house cats can make out some colors, red isn’t one of their best.  Think of it like colorblindness in humans.  It’s not that they see in black and white, but certain colors are indistinguishable from others. Also, it’s getting pretty difficult to not post gratuitous pictures of my own kitties.

“Keep focused. Between your own natural attitude and the cat’s ‘tude, you could get cocky.”

I know it was the 90s, but did 13 year old girls ever say “‘tude”?

“Do you want to come over?” I said. “I got that new CD, if you want to listen to it.”

File under “excuses that would never work now because she’d just send him an mp3”

“Besides, what are you going to morph into? A cockroach?”
We all shuddered at the thought.

Oh ho ho ho just you wait. 

“It’s name is Fluffer, I remember that much. Fluffer McKitty.”

I can’t decide if this is more awesome than “Dude”

“We’re all bleeding,” Cassie said matter-of-factly. “I told you guys: Kitties can be nasty when you get on their nerves.”

Oh trust me.  Kitties can make you bleed even when they’re not trying to be nasty.

“Get at who?” Marco asked suspiciously.
“The French, Marco,” I said sarcastically.

“Besides, it’s just cool, hitting the little spring board and flipping through the air to bounce off the vaulting horse and stick the landing.”

I don’t know about you, but that would scare me just a teensy bit more than the balance beam.

And Rachel.  Watch out who you morph in front of.  Maybe borderline pedo creeps are the Yeerks’ newest recruitment technique. 

I focused especially on the hair, because I didn’t like my last haircut. It was uneven at the bottom. Not that it mattered. I just wished I could do something about the hair when I morphed. Unfortunately, morphing doesn’t work that way.

Well, how doesn’t it work that way?  Morphing’s based on DNA, isn’t it?  Pretty sure haircuts aren’t in your DNA the same way injuries aren’t.

“That was so absolute!” he said.

Let’s take a moment to appreciate things that may or may not have ever been said in the 90s.

I apologize for not posting the past few days.  I blame a combination of work, applying to grad school, and a lovely new Intuos 4 tablet.

I have used the latter to make a fun logo for the blog, though.  Anyways, now back to the reading.

<I can’t believe this!> I was really mad. <I’m an endangered species. I’m a bald eagle! What’s the matter with those creeps?>

And then I realized I’d still read this series even if there were no aliens and it was just a bunch of morphing kids punching poachers in the face.

Marco dropped the beer with amazing precision right into a trash barrel. He looked as proud as he would have if he’d just thrown the winning basket in the NBA championship.

And no littering either!  Although they did just throw a gun in the ocean.

Marco says insane count: 3