The following takes place between 11 AM and 12 PM or 11PM and 12 AM.
(The cat can't tell those M's, don't condemn.)
On the day of the who really gives a strat. When all goes wrong for the cat.
An army of creatures had gathered outside bush number three. I guess they were getting ready to attack me. They were fed up with me showing fried squirrel, giving rat burgers a whirl, showing the dead Easter Bunny and the mutts did not think the constant butt sniffing cracks were funny.
So they sat and yapped about avoiding my traps thinking they were quite clever gals and chaps. But they forgot one thing, the stench with them that they bring. I could smell them a mile away and watched as these nuts were in complete disarray.
I began to hum the Jeopardy tune, thinking I would be here until June waiting for them to attack, for brain cells they seemed to lack. And they wonder why the cat makes fun. At least there was no ruler totting nun. That might give me a scare, as she could slap my knuckles bare.
Nothing more happened at all. I did think I heard a moose call.
The same stuff occurred as before. By now I was yawning at my shore.
I went and used the loo. I got something to eat too.
I gave myself a good cleaning bottom to top. Yeah, I did it backwards. So call a cop.
They looked like they were going to move. But I guess the mutts seemed to disapprove. They trotted off marking each tree. Do they every run out of pee? Yes, they sniffed each others behind too. This just proves what I always say is true.
They asked the bunny for his two cents and they noticed how he remained quite dense. They nudged him a bit and he did not budge. You think maybe he died eating all that fudge? Or was it someone with a car? Damn, for a dead guy he can sure travel far.
The squirrels got antsy being away from their nuts, desperately wanting to fill their guts. So they went and chewed on a power line. Fried squirrel sure can shriek and whine.
The mice finally made up their mind. I think three of them were actually blind. They ran across the field and shouted how they would never yield. They approached me rather fast, their little band of rebels were quite vast. I rolled around on the grass as they continued to trespass and when they were in reach, they also started to screech.
For with one swipe I learned they were rather ripe. I gobbled down many of the mice and even chewed some twice. The blind ones tasted kind of funny, maybe it was that added sprinkle of bee honey. What? I need to add some spices to my meal. It makes them taste all that more real.
The final facts were that I began picking some leftover parts from my fur. I know not as exciting as Jack Baur but at least the cat has the power, to go to the loo. I think he wears a diaper. Come on, it has to be true. I then rubbed my belly and passed some gas and that was the oh so exciting 24esq tale from my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.