May 24th 2009 12:23 am
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Last night I was on alert for Nasty Cat, peering out the windows in my dad's office, in the living room, in the bedroom. I even hopped up onto the kitchen counter to scrutinize the backyard fence. All was fine until about 2:30, when I thought I saw something on the ledge outside the office window, moving toward the back of the house. So I ran into the bedroom and leaped up onto my mom's dresser to look out that window, and sure enough, there was Nasty Cat! Resplendent in her nastiness, sitting on the ledge, taunting me through the glass.
I was so furious that I let out my mighty war cry -- a long, low, loud menacing moan! My mom woke up with a start, yelling. Then my dad woke up with a start, yelling. I was screaming. My mom and dad were hugging each other and screaming. Nasty Cat was screaming. I tried to get onto the windowsill but I fell down, screaming. My dad struggled out of bed, opened the window and screamed at Nasty Cat. My mom screamed. I screamed some more. It was a crazy chaotic scream-o-rama thrills-chills-spills scream-tacular scream-fest for a couple of minutes.
Eventually we all stopped screaming and looked out all the windows to make sure Nasty Cat was gone. Then my mom and dad petted me for a while and got me simmered down and back to my usual self. Then they went back to bed. I, however, remained on alert.
This morning I heard them outside the bedroom window, looking at kitty paw prints in the soft dirt. "See these marks? It's where her claws dug into the ground," my mom said. My dad said, "Yeah, that's where she jumped down and then ran off that way after I yelled at her."
I hope she stays gone. She is evil! And nasty.
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