Quest for ET-pucks Commences

My research colleague, the serious and somewhat erinaceous, Doctor Tom Holtz, Jr., and I commenced today our urgent quest to find one of those mysterious and allusive alien creatures, the extraterrestrial theropodovacyclopdarex-puca, more commonly known as ET-pucks, as in extraterrestrial pucks. We hope to catch a specimen before D-day.

Assisting us on our journey are Miss Mary Tudor and a Cheshire Cat. Miss Tudor’s uncanny ability to sense things obscure and delicate may come in handy. We will just have to accommodate her peculiar habit of sniffing things. Upon meeting she insisted on smelling the palms and other anatomical geographies of myself and Doctor Tom Holtz, which I feel inappropriate to mention, lest people get the wrong idea of Miss Tudor who otherwise seems to be a very decent lady of good breeding.

The cat is of course a necessity in catching ET-pucks and with its partial ability to bend space-time it will make travelling much faster. Doctor Tom Holtz, who on principle is in disagreement with anything of a quantum physical nature, and in general not a fan of felines, the colour purple, talking animals or disappearing acts, has already griped several times today. He was especially upset when Cheshire Cat was adamant in being called by no other name, but “Cheshire Cat”. It would also settle for “Purple Pussy” but that is it. Doctor Tom Holtz felt it highly inappropriate for Cheshire Cat to make any demands – it is after all an animal, and it is well known that animals ought to behave appropriate to their class – and was awfully offended at Cheshire Cat’s assumption that Doctor Tom Holtz, of all people, would ever stoop so low as to give the cat a pet name, least of all “Purple Pussy”. He can hardly imagine anybody feeling comfortable saying “Purple Pussy” or any such nonsense and that Cheshire Cat should keep its demands to a minimum and wipe that silly grin of its face.

Miss Tudor, being the kind of lady she is, immediately scooped up the cat and lulled it saying that Doctor Tom Holtz should not be so harsh on Cheshire Cat. It is after all a metaphysical creature, not accustomed to human ways; poor Purple Pussy. She kept stroking the cat even after its head disappeared.

Other than that our first day was quite uneventful. Although we did start out our journey spiritedly rushing to our first stake out. There is little time to waste. D-day is coming!