Swift Like the Wind

May 15th, 2002

Quick post:

The clowns have been training; training in the ways of the night and the wind. Luckily, I have been spared any attacks on my personal being...for now.

Comanche the fat, fat cat has not been so lucky. Nor has Dig-Dig, AKA Sugar Bear, our albino ferret. Both have been recent victims of swift, silent karate attacks. Attacks that seem to have no rhyme, no reason.

The only hypothesis that I can formulate is that the clowns are using the pets as tackle dummies, getting their moves down pat for a bigger target...me. And my wallet.

I think they are going to attempt to mug me.

Fuckers.

Just a fat, fat cat enjoying his fat, fat evening.

Hai Yaaaaah!

Classic mugging pose. Maybe I should not carry my wallet for awhile.

Even sweet, innocent Dig-Dig gets mugged...

Dirty fucking clowns.