As commander of the Lemonface Brigade, I sour upon discord that lends itself to daring raids and unnecessary sackings. Misty clouds drip sunspots straddling the upward pitch of old bones and neck strains – retribution is a shallowing actor. Rolling over is deemed an expanse of imperialistic aggression, like rubbing a tuning fork against the soft beard of the Shepard-sullen profession-in hidden fatigues or fatigued from being hidden. To the north goes the spoils of the wallpapered stairs, to the south, there is drying copper. The yellow has a habit of jumping aboard the darkening feud, while still soaking wet, allying within the suds of the orange lather. The bongos go boom just outside the ribbons of light, I must tread lightly if I am to catch them-my subjects are known to become abhorrently pleasant for far less-in roots of fallen ginger- I shall represent the landgrab in all of its tasteless glory… as an honorable, but bitter hoarder…
July 15, 2012
“Things have gotten pretty interesting. Almost immediately after my last post, the sun disappeared into the darkness of an afternoon thunderstorm. To be clear, there is nothing that I hate more than a thunderstorm. Well, except for a human that will not give me treats when I ask for them, but that’s irrelevant at the present time. Before the weather change, I actually had the good fortune of catching two lizards and a moth which has served as a nice pick me up. Call it 5 hour energy for cats. I was all set to retackle my cooking situation, until the first loud BOOM! Luckily, I wasn’t standing near the stove or else I may have frightfully jumped into the vat of boiling water. As it was, I had just entered the friendly confines of my litter box for a quick session of relief and relaxation. To all of the humans out there don’t even think about raising your nose at this ad mission. I have witnessed many a human houseguest does the exact same thing after a large meal or a tough day of work. Maybe that’s why in some circles the bathroom is referred to as the office. But before I get too graphic, I think I should return to the topic of today’s events. As I was saying, I was in the litterbox when I heard the first of what was to be many loud crashes. After the first loud noise, I did what any, intelligent small animal would do…..I freaked out. I tore out of the litter box before I was even finished with my “relaxation” if you get my drift. Normally, I would feel bad about the stinky mess that I tracked throughout the house. But that’s what Ted gets for leaving me alone to deal with the harshness of nature’s elements. I guess I will just add that to the list of things that I will be blaming on the neighbor boy. You know what they say, payback is a bitch. So far, he is also responsible for the destruction of a toilet paper roll, chewed up blinds and several severed lizard heads. Maybe I’m pushing it a bit. Anyway, I found refuge in a large walk-in closet in between a rack of smelly shoes and a messy pile of dirty gym shorts. It may not be pleasant, but at least it feels secure. Although, I do wish there were a few windows in here. That way, the bright flash of lightening would give me a few seconds to prepare for the impending, loud thunder. Instead, I am left cringing with uncomfortable anticipation as I await the next crash. After a couple of quiet minutes, I did manage to bravely venture back into the living room, puffing out my chest to proclaim victory over the evil that had interrupted my wonderful afternoon. But a few more explosions saw me relinquish my throne as King Glen, conqueror of the skies. Defeated, I beat a hasty retreat for the closet, determined to hunker down until I was positive that the storm had passed. I may be here for a while, but I refuse to give Mother Nature another easy victory. I will use this time wisely to reformulate my strategy, so that the next time I will be ready for her treachery. I may have lost the battle, but this war is far from over.”