a Pet 6

the catog woke up in the morning and went out again. in his pocket, he found an invitation to a party that the cats were throwing for him. the party was to be at 8.

he bathed himself...

each button he clipped on himself...

he brushes each part of his hair...

was he groovy?

he shone like an angry moon before halloween...

he brushed his teeth&flossed...

then it was already 8.

the party was the usual party. he entered and lolled around. he looked down 6'o clock. directly across from him was the head alpha-cat. his girlfriend was at 3'o clock. his plan b girlfriend was at 9'o clock. he jumped off the couch and lolled around again and made mindless coversations.

catpatalist is a person who knows the value of nothing and the price of everything.

she was mightily amused and perhaps it was her first laugh in her life. people are so easily amused he thought.

but he was getting bored so he swiggled down the sparkly champagne. he felt like dancing. he went on the floor and danced by himself for a while. his head was getting airy and light and flighty, abit bitey. he got back on the couch and proceed to take a nap and began to purrily snore.

deborah watched him as he snored.

don't you think it's a bit rude to sleep at a party you've been invited to?

he looked up sheepishly at her and then rubbed his eyes.

they want to play black jack with you?
 

black jack. that was the name of his best friend. he was black and he was really jacked up. he was diced like a can of...

ok, he heard himself say.

his first card was the queen of spades. deborah, qos. he looked at deborah a bit funny.

he looked at his second card which was covered. 4 of hearts. foh. ty.

he took out a liter of stoneyfarm milk and put it on the table.

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo....

ahahahahhahahhahahahhahahhahahahahhahahha.....

deborah bet the old-fashioned glass-held milk, hand-delivered once.

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo....

i hit, said the catog.

7 of hearts.

deborah hit also.

the catog folded.

deborah won.

the catog felt like leaving, but the hosts wanted him to stay so he slept in a corner couch for a while. then all the cats were kind of getting horny and they were trying to choose their mates for the night. the catog really didn't want to be there with all these meowMEOWmekowlMEWOWOWOWOWOWOOWweeowlsMEOWLS howling into the night. so he began to dig like crazy into the dirt and after a few hours, he came out of the party house onto the sight of the blood-dripping moon.

need a hand.

deborah.