The doorbell rings. Yes we are with the U.S. military, the Department of Development and Research. We understand you have a small tuxedo cat that has devised a cloaking device that allows him to avoid detection even in multiple front porch searches so he can remain in the cool night air. Lets see, name is... papers shuffle on his clipboard. Baxter Dolman. Hmmm... I cant seem to find him. Both my husband and I even moved furniture to find him out there before we locked up for the night. Maam, can you open your front door for us please. - military man says pulling off his dark shades. Well, certainly, but Baxter is NOT, outside on the por-- the door is pulled open. Het hem, Baxter clearing his throat as he walks past me through the open door into the house. This way gentlemen. Follow me. Allow me to have a snack while we get started. Im famished. Being locked outside had its price, even if it proved my cloaking device works. They stood right there calling my name, evEn moved furniture to find me. Government officials follow Baxter. He pushes a secret button located at the base of his food dish and whoosh, a secret wall slides open revealing his secret laboratory. Baxter looks up at me, my mouth hangs open n shock. Its okay... youll wake up tomorrow swearing it was a dream. He turns to the uniformed Millary men. This way gentlemen. The device is made of twisty ties, milk jug caps and the stretchy hair ties the woman wears.. Swish. The secret door closes behind Baxter and the military personnel. I blink a few times. Hard. What just happened?
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 06:46:27 +0000
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