A.G.E's Joint

 Ha. I made it home. And I didn't trip up the stairs. Damn, it was a great party. Lots of booze, weed, and girls dressed as witches. I think one of them slapped me, but I'm not sure. Should I have slept it off up there? Well, yeah. But the girl's roommate said I had to go, so I did. Oh, I could have crashed in the car, but security came and said they were calling the cops. I did kill a little time at Dunkin, but coffee only goes so far. I was still seeing double when I left. The drive home was a blur. Who was that dude I picked up?  The question is not what you look at, but what you see. Doesn't matter. I wasn't too big a danger to him anywho. Three locks...I'll take door number two. Congratulations! You have won entrance to your own dumpy apartment! I throw the jacket toward the hook, but it crumples over the cat. It took a minute, but his black form struggled out "Meow." "Ev'nin...What do you want?" I eat a few Pumpkin Spice Batons scat...

 Pit. Pat. They don't know I slipped out of the garage. I saw the feeder from the window. It must be inspected. I look around the corner. Squirrel doesn't see me yet Let me crouch down One Two... Hey! I wanted to be the big hunter. Back into the house Next to my box Don't need to go. I guess I'll attack the catnip mouse. Squirrel would have been better.

I've been having fun this week trying to figure this set of prompts out.  I started with some bad poetry: Wisps of steam obscuring the view Of a snow covered walk We look like something the cat drug in Disentangling arms Sweat soaked hair Tender skin We love like lions Fifty times a day. You are Zachariah Level higher than others. Burning brightly Over all. And while everything is in there (the odd fact is Lions can mate up to 50 times a day in season), there was something unsatisfying about it. So, I tried again, using a story about how my cat drug in an owl (or the owl chased him in). And that way, I could mention how owls have three eyelids, one for blinking, one for sleeping and another for keeping their eyes clean.  And I could mention how awesome (again on the level of Zachariah) it was to have the thing staring at me.  But, then people would say: "Pics or it didn't happen".  He was so surprising, I grabbed a beach towel (to toss ...

Hello.   Kenny Kitty here.   I know you were expecting a story from Christopher.   He was a bad human this week.   He attempted to substitute Alpo for my normal diet of baked organic chicken.   He must think I am some sort of animal or something. And when he put on the horrible smelling flea goop; I had to put my paw down. He was ruining my street cred with the ladies.   I clawed him severely and sent him to his crate for the week.   Through his whimpers, he mentioned something about a story due and begged me to let him out.   Humans need discipline, but I did take pity.   So, gather around Kittens.   Listen and learn… Once, there was a small cabin on a lake.   A young couple lived there and they were in love.   They woke each other with a kisses and retired in the evening with a cuddle.   All was good except one thing.     They had been together long enough that human kittens should have come, but...