Blonde was sitting on the toilet, reading one of her favorite old issues of Cosmo (the one with all the Love and sex tests inside, already filled in, of course) and going over the questions in regard to the new fella in her life. Yes, he liked going on moonlit walks on the beach. Yes, he liked candle-lit dinners for two… your typical love/romance quiz when all of a sudden the lights went out.
“Crapola!”, she muttered aloud and fumbled for the TP so that she wouldn’t be all stinky when she got up to deal with the lights. She got herself decently unstinky, pulled up her pajama bottoms, and stumbled to the sink to wash her hands. Just because the lights had pooped out didn’t mean she shouldn’t try to be remain sanitary and wash her hands after going to the toilet. One must have manners after all.
Fumbling at the bathroom door, she unlocked it and got herself outside and into the hallway with little fuss. The hallway was dark but better than the pitch darkness of the bathroom… and fresher smelling, too. She held a hand up to the wall and used it to guide her toward the kitchen where she was pretty sure she had a flashlight handy for occasions such as this.
Blonde got to the kitchen in short order and rummaged in the utility drawer but no flashlight was found. “Damn it”, she growled under her breath and tried to find a candle instead. She was lucky this time around and got it lit with a book of matches after a moment. The small flame made a small ring of light, just enough to creep about carefully. She puttered around the kitchen, still hoping to find that darn flashlight when she heard a skittering, scratching noise behind her and whipped around startled.
“Bobo?”
Bobo wasn’t there. Bobo was probably hiding out under her bed, the silly ol’ cat. Or he was probably playing. He liked to run around during the night hours and liked playing with his furry mouse toy, which he would bat around with great delight. The skittering noise continued but Blonde ignored it and went into the livingroom, setting the candle down on her glass table. Silly cat HAD to be nocturnal, for shame. It made for many a long night when her mind was restless and his racing around was all she could concentrate on instead of finding the sweet relief of sleep. The noise was almost underfoot now and she smiled, looking down. The glowing green eyes of kitty dearest was what she expected to see gazing up at her but instead, a pair of viscious, red eyes made her cry out in alarm. “Fudge!” she croaked, completely startled and hopped up on the couch, heart racing. WTF was that!?
The skittering noise seemed to be coming from under the couch she was on and she felt the couch move as the noise got louder. She gripped a pillow to her chest, frightened. Bobo would never move the couch during even his most rambunctious playtime! Her instincts told her in a silent panic that this WASN’T Bobo!
Blonde felt the couch start to buck and she jumped off in pure terror, screaming as she ran down the hallway to her bedroom, hearing a low but wild growl right behind her as she got the door shut just in time! Something big bumped into the door and she backed up toward the bed as the growling got louder. She looked around, panting with exertion, for something to use as a weapon but saw nothing. Nothing!
The thing scratched and rammed against the door, growling and screeching. Blonde knew that it would soon get through the wood and get to her! The door was starting to break, a small piece of wood was splintering as the thing kept slamming into the door angrily. What the hell was she going to do?? She ran to the window and threw it open, peering down to the street. She could try climbing but her apartment was ten stories up and she was deathly afraid of heights! But she was more frightened of the thing breaking down her door and wondered belatedly what had happened to her poor Bobo. Oh, Bobo!
(sudden silence)
The door went still, the thing was quiet. Blonde didn’t move but she feared the thing could hear her heart pounding and her labored breath. Nothing. She couldn’t hear a thing! Trembling, she wondered what had made the thing stop and decided to try climbing down anyway. She slowly made her way to the window, lifting her leg up and out of the frame as she rested her hands on the edge. Something grabbed her ankle as she did and she let loose a blood-curdling scream, sure that the thing was now going to shred her to bits but it was only her beloved cat, Bobo!!
“Kitty! Oh, sweetie!”, Blonde yelped in total disbelief as her poor lil’ Bobo clung to her foot and calf with his claws for dear life! He was terrified, too, and if not for the pain of his sharp claws digging into her flesh, she would have been supremely happy!
“Come here, Bobo baby”, she cooed softly, grabbing for him and as as she did, she lost her balance and swung out of the window! The cat stayed attached to her foot the entire way down, yowling in kitty terror as her screams echoed into the night, only to end abruptly in a solid THUD!
Bobo was still attached to his beloved owner when the ambulance arrived and seeing this total display of adoring affection even unto death, the EMT’s left him that way.