Chloe
Hi, it’s Arlene Radford down the street. Sorry to be phoning you so late at night, but it’s about our cat, Chloe. Thick, gray fur. The one who disappeared. I was sure it was the Satanists; they eat cats as part of their rituals, not the babies. That’s the other group, although they’re here in the neighborhood, too. But my husband just figured out it was you. That strange way you scratched her belly on the sidewalk. He’s on his way over. Chloe may be eaten, but he knows he’ll find her along with other cat bones under your floorboards.
Photo Credit: thompsonwood
The photo of Chloe explains it all. Chloe, in all her majesty, deserves whatever revenge that can be mustered. Your story, once again, proves that cats deserve our respect. Did you see the recent news story about the black cat that jumped out of a burning building from a 5-story window and survived?
Bravo, der Herr,
Is there a way to forward Chloe to my sisters?
Please advise.
Yes, indeed! The world has gone crazy!