Just for fun, drag something juuuuust until it disappears underneath. He'll
go nuts :)

Auntie Tweed,

Thare are Greeblings EVERYWHERE!! Dey go wherever dey wantses, bekause dey
are tiny enuf to fit. Mama and I hunt dem all de time, but thare are ownly
too of us, and millyuns of Greeblings. Unka Pan is no help, he kan't see
well enuf or move fast enuf to hunt, ennymore.

Boyfriend is trying his hardest to protekt yoo from da rug greeblings. For
tiny liddle kreechers, greeblings are meen and danjerus.

Nina and Francesca.

Dear Miss Christina,

We are the greebling experts!  You can trust us kitties.  You can't
trust your poor weak hoomin eyes.  Believe me, they can get anywhere.
They change shape, and get flat, or long or whatever they need to do
to hide from you.  But we can see 'em, hear 'em and smell 'em.  Please
don't take any risks with those horrid greeblings just waiting around
to take over the house-- or fly down your throat when you're sleeping!
Eeeww!  I get all creepy just thinking about it.  Believe me, I know
it's not yours or my mommy's faults that you can't see them. You just
have to relax and let us do our jobs.  We'll take care of everything.
Love, Stinky

Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

Boyfriend is right. We have rug greeblings in the kitchen and the family
room.  Sometimes I have to move the entire rug back to get to them.
Meowmy will come home and find the kitchen rug upside down and in the
dining room, but she doesn't find greeblings. That's because I ate them
all. Boyfriend is doing the right thing.

Samuel R. Thunderpaws
The Great Greebling Hunter

When Shmogg was still interested in Greeblings he had a unique way of
dealing with the ones under the kitchen rug - he *surfed* on them!

This is one of the first stories I ever wrote for RPCA back in April 1998:

SURFING CAT

Shmoggleberry lived in a pokey 2 bedroom flat for most of his life, and so
took great advantage of all the extra space to run around in when we moved
to a large house.
The main bedroom, lounge, dining room and kitchen are all reasonably lined
up, so Shmoggleberry could run full speed from one to the other. He can
really get up some speed! (Since the flat was small, he couldn't really get
a decent run without having to make some very sharp, speed reducing, turns)
The Kitchen has a lino floor, and since it was winter when I moved, I put
some small mats down in the kitchen so I didn't get cold feet. He very
quickly discovered that if he got some speed up and then jumped onto the mat
at the start of the kitchen, his momentum would allow him to "surf" across
the lino, using the mat as a board.

At one point, he got up to much speed, he discovered a law of
thermodynamics: once you are moving, its hard to stop! THUNK! head first
into the far wall of the kitchen. He let out a rather surprised "OW!" (as
you would) and stopped to give himself a good grooming - which he always
does when he's done something stupid. I thought he'd learnt his lesson by
getting a fairly good smack in the head.

Alas, at some hideous hour of the morning, we were woken to the sounds of
boomba, boomba, boomba (sound of cat hurtling through empty house,
approaching speed of light), sweeeeeeeeeee..... (sound of mat sliding on
lino) ....THUNK (sound of insane fluffy projectile being suddenly stopped by
unforgiving wall). We had just managed to doze off, when - Boomba boomba
boomba, sweee..., thunk. (just enough time to go back to sleep) boomba,
boomba, boomba, sweeee..., thunk. (enough time..) boomba, boomba... etc.

I caught him at it later the next day - he came screaming out of the
bedroom, landed on the mat, and then put his head down so the wall would
collect him on the flat bit between his ears. Almost like he was a charging
bull. I guess it caused him the least amount of pain.

Although I know El Moggo is probably the most cunning & conniving creature
I've met, I also know he can be remarkably thick.

Yowie

Is there ever! They belong to the family of under-the-rug greeblings,
and Mere has been showing me how lacking Frank and Nikki have been
lately in hunting them. It seems that they have let the greeblings
multiply enormously, though Nikki does hunt them half-heartedly every
now and then. However, Mere is on their case, and is taking care that
they (the greeblings) keep on their toes.

Thanks to the dedicated work of my 2 intrepid FHP (Feline House Patrol)
members, my house is greebling free.  Every so often they try to get in...
But my cats hear them (we hoomans think it's 'house settling' noises) &
instantly go on patrol, checking all corners, window leges & especially the
bathroom (greeblings LOVE to sneak in through the bathtub drain)... So far,
the house remains surrounded by greedblings, but they can't get in.

Oh yes! I believe kitchen rug greeblings are closely related to
newspaper greeblings, very sneaky little devils which take an expert cat
to deal with them. ;-)