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Friday, February 17, 2006

They attacked at dawn.

(breathes out sigh of relief)

Thank goodness it is the weekend. Glad to hear that you survived the blizzard, Miss Sarah. Today's blog I intend to tell an incredible tale of tigers and darkness.

Curled up in the night she slept -- one foot inside the fluff of the covers -- the other carelessly left to the elements outside. Careless for what crept beneath the bed.

It lurks there -- day or night -- waiting for its prey -- intent on blood with no care of what damage it does to its prey.

Dong --- Dong --- Dong. The clock struck three -- and with only a hint of moonlight shining onto the floor, the monster made his move. Swiftly and quieter than the devil himself -- warm breath rushing past his face -- he attacked the uncovered extremity.

The mortal being inside the covers awoke with a scream -- blood pouring out of the wound. The tiger merely flashed its eyes and ran off into the night.

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My cat likes to attack my feet while I sleep. We've discussed it and he tells me he thinks it is "funny" to hear my screams. Nice cat.

Have a great weekend all. CD.

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beeoootiful, carlie!

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