May 9th 2011 11:41 pm
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Apparently there are no depths to which Evil Cat will not stoop. The other night he attacked our house! (Sort of.)
It was a quiet evening. My mom and dad were reading and listening to music and I was taking a nap next to them. Suddenly there was a THUMP against the wall of the house. We all turned our heads and listened very carefully but there were no other noises. My mom looked out the window but didn't see anything because the motion-sensitive security light did not come on.
A few more minutes went by, and suddenly there was another THUMP, and then I saw him -- Evil Cat on the side gate! It was his jumping up on the fence and onto the cross-brace for the clothesline that made it thump into the wall of the house, disturbing our evening.
My mom and dad went to the window, but Evil Cat was gone before they could do anything else. I didn't even have a chance to let out my war cry (a bloodcurdling long, low, loud menacing moan). I would have told him a thing or two if I'd had the chance, you can count on that.
Can you believe how evil he is, thumping our house? Just what kind of place does he think this is, some cheap, flea-ridden hovel he can just THUMP whenever it pleases him? Is nothing sacred? I ask you, can we not have an evening of quiet enjoyment with nice music and naps inside our own home without being rudely assailed by neighborhood riff-raff?
Sometimes I just don't know what this world is coming to.
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