"Cat Magic" - читать интересную книгу автора (Strieber Whitley)

"There we go—no—hell. Bonnie, the animal is still too
slick."

Painful, tormenting, scraping all over its back, hot and
dry- It hopped hopped hopped.

"Thanks. Now . . . yeah!"

8 Whitky Stneber

"That did it, George. The probe's well seated. I haw a
good signal."

"Okay, Clark. Let's get started."

On Stone Mountain the creature—which was still only
eyes—began spinning itself a cat body so it would be ready
as soon as the sun went down. Two sparrows, who saw
something astonishing create its own solid presence out of
thin air, took flight, screaming in the silence.
A raccoon stiffened and stared, and mewed.
What it saw had no taxonomic classification. No, indeed,
for it belonged to a rare law, this creature of mercy. Pacing
now, it waited for the sunlight to rise away from the streets
of the town. And suffered along with the frog.

The frog understood nothing it saw around it. There were
long strands sweeping out above its eyes. It could see every
turn and wrinkle in the wires leading from its skull. But it did
not understand the wires It saw them as legs, and thought of
bugs.

It liked to use its good eyes, to see sharp. Seeing sharp
meant eating well. But there were no wings whirring, no fat
bodies, no good scent connected with the sight of these long
legs. The frog's tongue swelled with the blood of hunger. It
wanted to see insects, to smell dampness, to be in green
water. It wanted to hop.

But it was stuck right where it was

"That looks like a good, steady electroencephalograph to
me, dark. The frog's normal. Not too happy, but normal."

"Don't let it jerk out my electrodes, Bonnie. I hate frogs.
Give me something big any day."

"Like what?"

"Like a person, Bonnie dear."