Last night at 10:30 PM dozed off in front of Cable TV. Woke up, discovered all three cats ran outside. eeK! oh NO! ... OFM. Yoga cat, CHUBBS opened up the screen. I flew outside and called for all of them. Here comes Fat Buddy and Brat Peanut Jr. running back home as Mommie Zoe was screaming, "Get inside, bad boys .... and you know you are bad boys!" I got them inside. Went back out, found CHUBBS spaying a cedar tree. He left his mark as I yelled, get home now BAD CAT! He pranced to the steps, threw himself down for a fast dirty scrub. I walked down close, he got spooked with a fat cat tail. CHUBBS leaped inside. All are safe. W H E W!!! Screaming, scowling, scolding .... all three male cats home, slammed the door shut. All you bad boys will get it from Mommie Zoe pointing my finger at each one of them. This middle of night romping is forbidden. BAD KITTIES!!!!!
At 6 AM today I had a conversation with a curious caller. I asked him IF he had male friends that would let me throw a firecracker in their pants. He said he had one friend. When he calls back I will HD video tape his friend running around fire blasting off his half-hanging pants. Smoke and Fire Rule
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