Previously on the Dash Kitten blog.... "Hurrying out of the shop I sped home and placed the valuable book, with its sprig of ‘nip on the transporter toaster… I pressed the button, thanking Cat that our Toaster Transporters were compatible….. and with a reassuring * ding * it vanished…."
Padding through the kitchen, Nissy heard the unmistakable sound of the ding of a toaster. "Who's makin' toast at this hour?" he wondered. "It's the middle of the night. Peeps are asleep." He sniffed the air, "and I don't smell anything burnin', either. Can't be
Hopping onto the counter to investigate, he found sitting next to the toaster, a very old book covered in dust. Nerissa peered at the toaster. The button in the centre showed a map of the Earth and on that map, New Zealand was glowing. "It's not toast at all. Dash sent me a book through the transporter. Must be Dash. He's the only cat I know in New Zealand with a transporter compatible with our toaster."
Nissy pushed the book onto the floor before hopping down, himself, and from inside the book, out fell a sprig of green. Nissy sniffed it. He sniffed again. One more sniff and the fur on the back of his neck stood straight and his tail puffed. "Whoa! That's SOME nip!" he exclaimed. But there was something strange about this nip. It smelled like nip although it was far more potent than any nip he had experienced before. And it didn't look right. It didn't look like nip at all.
Quickly he ran into his office and pawed open his copy of Flora and Fauna of Zealandia. Finding the chapter on Nepeta, he quickly scanned the pages. He studied the picture of Nepeta ubiquitalis. Nope, nope, that wasn't it. Hmmm... "WAIT A MINUTE!" he cried. "This is... is it? No... YES! This is Necata canipbis!"
Nissy sat back on his haunches. In his paw, he was holding a piece of Necata canipbis. As everyone knows, Necata canipbis is the most important species belonging to the genus Necata, closely related to the genus Nepeta but found only on the long lost continent of Zealandia and believed to have become extinct with the sinking of the Zealandian continental shelf. Nissy knew from reading ancient history books that from this genus, evolved several other modern-day genera including Nepeta but no actual species of Necata ever escaped the destruction of Zealandia. And yet... here he was... holding a sprig of it in his paw.
"PEEPERS! PREPARE MY TELEPORTATION DEVICE!" There was no reply. "MOUSES! The peep is asleep. I'll get Seville to help me with this."
Sitting on the book sent from Dash with the sprig of Necata canipbis tucked into his fanny belt, Nissy explained to Seville what needed to be done. "Okay bro, this nip is gettin' to my head and I'm in no state to drive. You're gonna have to operate the controls from here. Just get me to Savvy's house on the west coast and she can take it from there. She's not affected by the nip, you see."
"Got it. Don't worry Niss, I'll get you to Savvy's. I'm revvin' up the egg beaters now." Seville started to spin an egg beater with a paw while holding onto a whisk with his tail and waving it around in the air. "What time do you wanna get to Savvy's? I can make some minor adjustments in the space-time calculations and get you there a little earlier if you like." Seville used a hind leg to move about the ice cubes in the frying pan to make an adjustment.
"No, don't fiddle with the time waves. Just get me there in one piece. And what's with the whisk?" Nissy shook his head. Every cat on Earth but his brother Seville knew that whisks were not used in the science of teleportation technology. Whisks were for time travelling.
All of a sudden Nissy's head was surrounded by stars. Bright lights flashed on and off and lines of light swirled about him as he teleported in a south-westerly direction. Teleportation usually takes mere seconds but for some strange reason, this trip was turning out to be the longest teleport he had ever experienced. The ride was bumpy. He had encountered some sort of turbulence and it was slowing him down. He was tossed to the right and then tossed to the left and hit his shoulder on the kitchen cupboards. Nissy was caught up in some sort of alternate dimension in which elements of both his kitchen and Savvy's house were present. "Darn that Seville! He's messing about with that whisk, I bet. He's usin' it to play with the time lines."
"You've gotta help me Seville!" Nissy hollered. "Slow down the egg beaters! SLOW DOWN THE EGG BEATERS, MAN!!!" Nissy hit his tail so hard on the floor that he was tossed up to the ceiling. So was the book from Dash but in landing, somehow Nissy landed first and the book hit him on his head. "TURN OFF THOSE EGG BEATERS AND FOR MOUSIN' SAKE, GET RID OF THAT WHISK!"
Suddenly the lights stopped flashing and the room went dark. He had arrived. Nissy had arrived at Savvy's house. Teleportation was complete.
Stay tuned... Our story will continue on Savannah's Paw Tracks, tomorrow.