Cats of DOOM

[Drunk Monk]

You know, that almost makes for a wonderful lower grade reading book.  It's a whole lot more interesting than Dick and Jane and that damned red ball that gets tossed around.  And yours ends on a note of genuine suspense, motivating the little whippersnappers to do further reading.

Luv that. Let’s continue.

Last night, Stacy woke to a growl. What growls? A possum! A possum in the bungalow! Leave possum leave. That cat food is not yours. It’s for cats. ‘Okay’ says possum and slowly walks away.

Shiva comes back. Into the bungalow. She doesn’t want food. Not because of possum. Because she’s caught a hummingbird. A hummingbird! How the fuk does she catch a hummingbird with four noisy bells on her collar? She is a ninja cat.

But what of Joe? The trap is still unsprung. 

WHERE IS JOE?