Inky, the Lost Cat, Ep. 1

Inky has been with me for a few days now.
Naturally, I have begun to wonder, who is her real owner?
I printed 100 Found Cat notices with a picture of Inky.
It had the large words FOUND CAT and my phone number.
I posted these notices on every tree and door within half a mile.

Waiting to say goodbye.

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The Tuckerheds Move In

There was a moving truck outside today.
Looks like someone or something was moving in.
The furniture looked more modern that you would anticipate.
I’m not sure how I would sit in any of it.
Then I heard them,
in the hall,
in the elevator,
in the lobby,
outside by the truck,
shouting at each other.
I boldly introduced myself.
They shouted ‘hello’.
They shouted ‘how are you.’
I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying.

Hobo’s Pumpkin

My Favorite Video Game — Hobo’s Pumpkin has three separate phases.
It is really the most playable and cool game.
In the first phase everyone turns into a pumpkin hunting zombie.
Pumpkins are hard to find at first.
Until the vast horde of zombies finds the pumpkin patch,
which can be anywhere.
Once it was in a cookie jar.
But before you get can very far with eating a pumpkin the aliens arrive.
Instead of eating pumpkins with us they hand out large swiveling and colorful
pumpkin guns.
The pumpkin guns reduce the pumpkin to an orange liquid.
Getting hit with a burst of the stuff ports your avatar to the VAT.
This is the 3rd phase of the game, getting out of the VAT.
There are hordes of zombies there ultimately, trying to escape the VAT.
Scaling the sides of the VAT is impossible, but stepping on someone’s head is not.
So up you go,
stepping on your neighbor’s face,
squashing it,
getting squashed by the zombie above you,
and moving up and out of the VAT,
back to eating and shooting pumpkins.
The aliens just sit there and watch.
Cool huh?

Crowd-sourced Bed Making

I woke up this morning and my bed was so discombobulated that I couldn’t make it.
So I went shopping.
I don’t even like to shop.
But I went shopping to avoid the bed.
But the air was so crisp at 12 degrees I wanted to go back to bed.
I am so confused.
Anyway, if you want to help out, come by and make my bed.
It’s unruly.