Today's Inktober prompt is, SUDDENLY!, "Rhinoceros/rhinocéros".
And here is the cat, dressed up as one. As costumes go, this one is not bad. Still, he doesn't like it. He is a refined creature, and there is nothing refined about rhinoceroses.
And here is the cat, dressed up as one. As costumes go, this one is not bad. Still, he doesn't like it. He is a refined creature, and there is nothing refined about rhinoceroses.
Today's Inktober prompt is "uncharted / inexplorée".
And, of course, the first thing that comes to mind is "here be dragons".
Just one very large dragon, really. He barely fits into this measly bit of uncharted terrain, and doesn't fit at all once he spreads his wings.
Today’s Inktober prompt is “ridge/crête”.
And here is the cat, walking along what looks like a path to nowhere.
I am not worried about him though. Unlike some people I know and love, this cat is able to turn around when he sees an abyss in front of him.
Today’s Inktober prompt is “drive/conduire”.
As I already stated, I don’t like driving in the snow. But I must add that I absolutely hate driving in the mountains, and avoid it at all costs.
The road in the picture represents how I see the road between Agaete and La Aldea de San Nicolas, here on Gran Canaria. It was and is being improved all the time, tunnels dug and some bits straightened, but it is quite frightening even now.
Today’s Inktober prompt is “journal”.
I think the cat is having difficulties with keeping a journal. His paws are just not meant for it.
Or maybe he is just tired. Looks like he is at the end of Artenara — Cruz de Tejeda walk. It is a very respectable hike, for a cat.
And what is the dirtiest, the worst for wear piece of equipment of any hiker worth her salt? That's right, the boots. And here you have mine. Looks like I need a new pair soon, if not right now.
Now that the tendency of the prompts is very obvious, I rather think they meant this type of boots here, and not what I drew, the Puss-In-Boots kind.
But well.
Which reminded me of a little episode from a few years back. We were walking in the hills, using an online guide by a very knowledgeable local hiker. It wasn't one of the complicated routes, but it was a foggy day and the visibility was limited. We weren't lost, exactly, just not sure where we were. And then, in the verbal description of the route, we came up to a phrase which went "and then you come to a farm with dogs that bark". Right on cue, a dog started barking in the fog, and suddenly we knew exactly where we were.
And here is the cat, feeling unusually energetic. I have no explanation as to why. Mysterious are the ways of the cat.
The cat has a problem, le problème du chat . Unlike "Le problème du cavalier", where the Knight has to visit every square on a chessboard, the cat's problem is simpler - he just doesn't want to move at all. He is just fine where he is, thank you very much.
Come to think of it, he doesn't have a problem. No-one can make a cat to move if he doesn't want to.
I know that they probably meant other meaning of "remote", judging by the overall tendency.
But the cat is tired of all the adventures. I mean, it's only so much a feline can bear.
Today's Inktober prompt is "nomadic / nomade".
And here is the cat, going somewhere on a surprised-looking horse.
You would be surprised too, if you suddenly found a large cat on your back.
Icatus soared higher into the sky, eclipsing the sun // Ichate s'est envolé plus haut dans le ciel, éclipsant le soleil
Don't worry about the cat, he is fine, no wax in those wings, they are made of stuff most difficult to destroy - hopes and wishes