Sasquatch takes two lives

Okay, twice today, before sunlight even broke, the fat one snatched one of my lives. The first was this morning when some wind and rain outside woke me up from my slumber (similar to picture above). The power went out and I heard Blob wake up say something brilliant like "Oh my gosh, what's going on!" and ran down in his boxers (not pretty) saying "Caring! get up, get up, get up! Storm!"

Caring said, "Should I go to the basement, what's going on?!?!?!" Blob exercised his normal patience and said, "I DON'T KNOW!" and ran aroundlike a chicken with his head cut off (not to self... not a bad idea), as though he could make the rain go away by acting like a 7 year old girl who saw a mouse. Caring went into the closet in their room with Maggie. I'm guessing this was more to avoid Chubbo Stupido than to be safe from the storm.

As the storm raged, Blobbo was walking around in the dark trying to find something (his brain, perhaps?) and stepped down one of his half ton size twelves onto my tail. I let out a hail of expletives and ran away. Caring lived up to her name and said, "Is she okay?"

Blob's reply, "I have more important things to worry about." Like what? Filling out your form for the sissy club of America?

I licked my wounds and hid for awhile until the power came out. I went into Rob and Caring's room to rest on the edge of the bed. Blobbo was upstairs because Caring and Maggie had fallen asleep in his bed and there was no room for his bloated body. Then, around 11 AM, I heard a tremendous thunder upstairs. It sounded like the staircase was falling down. Then I heard crashes on the wood floor, and all of a sudden, this wall of humanity wearing a red tent for a shirt comes flying into the room, and suddenly goes into a motion like he's going to jump on the bed. Knowing I was going to die, I took off toward the window, hoping I could get enough speed to crash through. I looked behind me and saw it was Slobbo, laughing like a wicked witch at the fact he'd scared me.

I've since recovered, but I'm thinking that in the future I'm going to stay on the steps each night. If blob is going to step on me again, I'm at least going to take him down with me. Anyway, two of my nine lives are spent. Add that to the one I lost on the battlefields of Fairdale, and I'm down to six and I'm less than a year old.

Until next time... Purrfect Dreams and May Your Litter Always Be Scooped!