Here At My Bay What I Did Do On Wednesday!

As you could plainly see yesterday the cat was away from his tree and Pat was a runner. Trust me when I say my day was much funner. I know Grammar Nazi might have a problem with that word use but I can withstand the abuse. And what a wonderful job Blabber did. She never even flipped her lid. It's nice to have such a great minion at my sea, just fills the cat with glee.

So the cat had such an fun filled day that I had to go and steal the idea from Betsy's bay. I have to show one and all what I did yesterday at my hall. Yeah, the collage thing I suck at. But that won't stop the cat. For you will get all the Face it Facts on today's awesome acts.

First I hopped a death trap plane and escaped from my lane. I took a trip to Vegas to try my luck and make a quick buck. Or lose like many people do for they always have tricks to get you. But what do you know the cat got lucky when I visited down below.

This was just one of the piles of cash I used to throw a big bash. I swam in the stuff like Scrooge McDuck. Yeah, I was one lucky little rhyming umm truck. I could do anything I wanted to do and I know you are just so jealous of my luck that came due. But you haven't seen nothing yet for I no longer need to bet.

Yeah, I ran with the bulls too. The poor humans were getting mowed down as they came into their view. But the cat ran and ran and ran some more. They never caught me because I can really soar.

After that I was one hungry cat. So I tracked down Tarsier Man and ate that rat. That is right! No more Tarsier Man here day or night. I ate the stupid big eyed creep with his eyes so deep. They were the best part too. I know some of you are thinking ewww.

But when she serves you it and chops him up bit by bit, you would surely eat it too. She even acted like a cat in front of my view. That is a good human indeed. I sure don't mind showing that one on my feed.

But then this guy ruined the show. Who is he? Does anyone know? I guess he is supposedly dead. But he still wanted to cause me dread. Maybe he was a zombie or something. I couldn't tell with the way his hands were starting to fling. It seems that human was his wife and he was going to take my life.

So I bought a trip to the moon to avoid that zombie loon. It was such a fun trip. I could easily do a flip. Floating in mid-air is grand. Although not so much when you try and use the litter box full of sand. We finally landed and then this guy came into view, no lie.

He shook my paw and pointed out each little flaw. He said he could re-build me anew and I knew a probe was going to come due. So I scratched his big old brain and hopped back aboard my space train. I made it out just in time for he brought out a scary mime.

I floated back to the land below and really enjoyed the show. You humans were so tiny and I couldn't hear you being whiny. This made it grand being in the air until I realized I was no longer at my lair. For when I got closer to the ground I came upon this over heated mound.

The cat was going to be burned alive. There was nowhere else to take the dive. This was it for me. I would never again see bush number three. Burnt to a crisp and turned to ash. My life began to flash. I felt the heat drawing near and it singed my little rhyming rear. Then I was....I was.....hmmm I was alright. For I never left my site.

Did I not mention when drawing your attention that this was "What I did not do on Wednesday?" I guess I neglected the "not" at my bay. Oopsy! My mistake. I thought you would have guessed this was fake. Now, now, don't talk crass just because you were fooled by my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.