Bolt For The Safety Of Food Man.
During last night’s raucous thunderstorm, my daughter woke up and called for her mom. Sprinkle was wimpering, but stayed at her post.
However, when my wife went to check on my son, Athena fled the room, ran down the hall and into my bedroom, and tried to wedge herself underneath my bed. She got halfway, and there she remained.
For I am Food Man, the Overseer of Bones and Chicken Strips, the Bather and Giver Of Medication In Tasty Pill Pockets; and lo, underneath me, she knew she would be safe.
In the canine pantheon, I am the Protector Of Frightened Dogs.
I am Food Man.
The cats are not fearful of loud rumblings. They are merely annoyed that anything should be so loud so as to disturb their slumber. But they are even more annoyed by the lightening which reveals their location when creeping upon unsuspecting prey. Oh Ruiner of the Hunt. May as well go inside where it is dry and hunt the toes of the slumbering human. I am proxy prey.
Comment on June 4, 2009 @ 1:18 pm
There’s horror movies that start like that.
Comment on June 4, 2009 @ 3:19 pm