Mom was freakin' out this morning when she couldn't find Feline American Sparky Fuzzypants anywhere in the house. Today is our new day with the garbage trucks an' recycling trucks. Grandad was helping to take out the trash an' swears that Sparky didn't escape while the door was open. Sparky is fast an' Grandad is not furry careful when he's around the door ... so where was Mr. Pants if he didn't make a run for it? No one knew ...
With Mom being who she is, she searched the whole house. She looked high an' low. She got out the canister of Temptations an' offered snacks to all of us. No Mr. Pants. Where could he be? He LOVES Temptations an' wouldn't miss the opportunity to have some.
Mom asked us where Mr. Pants was. He's not furry smart, but he's not the hiding type, either. No Mr. Pants ... Mom was starting to panic 'cuz she said that she saw a kitty who got sent to the Bridge by a car. That kitty was black an' Mr. Pants is stripy an' brown. That didn't stop Mom from panicking anyway.
Then Mom got smart an' remembered how Feline American Pumpkin hid under her bed when he was afraid of the cat sitter. Mom got a flashlight an' got down on the bedroom floor to look for Mr. Pants. And that goofus was under the bed yawning at Mom. She said, "Thank God!" When Sparky Fuzzypants heard her voice, he meowed at her an' came right out from under the bed like he'd been playing "Hide and Go Seek" and just got found!
When he came out to the living room to sit on the back of the recliner, I told him that he was a big furry stupid-head an' that WE had gotten some Temptations!
Dumb brofurs!
DMM
