I went to bed as usual last night and upon turning off the lights, I yelled good night to the the cats. Good night Fat Butt, Good night Dork, Good Night (politically incorrect name) I hollered and slipped into bed.
When I awoke this morning, I found myself handcuffed to the bed and three cats snickering from underneath. I struggled for hours to break free. Finally, I lured the small one in close enough to catch by yelling TREATS!. I tickled her tummy till the keys fell out of her pockets and unlocked myself. I made a mad dash out the door yelling behind me, Good Bye Fat Butt, Good Bye Dork, Good Bye (politically incorrect name) and ran into the desert until I came across a fence that said Keep Out. With the posse of angry cats hot on my trail, I had to make a choice. Keep Out or Go In.
Eh, I just played dead. The Goof Balls came by sniffed me and left. What a bunch of Maroons.
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Thursday, May 23, 2013
Never Anger A Posse Of Cats
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