Pat Hatt's Blog, page 178
November 25, 2014
A Gift To Make Spirits Lift!
The cat will help you out at your sea, just in case you have an enemy. There is one gift that will top them all. At least 99 percent of the time at your hall.
No need for dung,
That post as been flung.
Can send that in the mail,
They sure would wail.
But then they would know,
That they were your foe.
If they don't already.
Instead keep things steady.
Don't go all mean.
Be cheery at your scene.
Get them the best.
One that beats all the rest.
It will bring a smile,
And not be vile.
Just listen to the cat.
This is where it's at.
Get them something great,
To nothing else it can relate.
$1,000,000 is what it is.
Wait! Don't in your pants take a whiz.
The cat means a lottery ticket.
Then they won't picket.
You will have gave them a gift,
And their spirits will lift.
They will scratch away,
Wasting time at their bay.
Score one for you,
Made them waste time without a clue.
They will hold out hope,
That the one letter, number, etc. won't elope.
That it will show to make three,
And they can yell, yippee!
Score two for you.
Gave them hope and not much came due.
They can use the ticket to feed the ducks,
Or just maybe they will win two whole bucks.
And the best of all.
Most re-up at their hall.
So if they win a bit,
They try again at their pit.
See, you can make them waste tons of time and have them win a whole dime? Isn't that better than dung? Of course you could also pop a lung. If the one you gave was the winner, you just gave your foe a golden plate dinner. Hmmm maybe mailing dung is the way to go. Don't want to enrich your foe. That is the cat's advice in mass. I am just such a helpful little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
No need for dung,
That post as been flung.
Can send that in the mail,
They sure would wail.
But then they would know,
That they were your foe.
If they don't already.
Instead keep things steady.
Don't go all mean.
Be cheery at your scene.
Get them the best.
One that beats all the rest.
It will bring a smile,
And not be vile.
Just listen to the cat.
This is where it's at.
Get them something great,
To nothing else it can relate.
$1,000,000 is what it is.
Wait! Don't in your pants take a whiz.
The cat means a lottery ticket.
Then they won't picket.
You will have gave them a gift,
And their spirits will lift.
They will scratch away,
Wasting time at their bay.
Score one for you,
Made them waste time without a clue.
They will hold out hope,
That the one letter, number, etc. won't elope.
That it will show to make three,
And they can yell, yippee!
Score two for you.
Gave them hope and not much came due.
They can use the ticket to feed the ducks,
Or just maybe they will win two whole bucks.
And the best of all.
Most re-up at their hall.
So if they win a bit,
They try again at their pit.
See, you can make them waste tons of time and have them win a whole dime? Isn't that better than dung? Of course you could also pop a lung. If the one you gave was the winner, you just gave your foe a golden plate dinner. Hmmm maybe mailing dung is the way to go. Don't want to enrich your foe. That is the cat's advice in mass. I am just such a helpful little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 24, 2014
Alien Life Is Here! Cover Your Rear!
So the cat was listening to one rant on the other day that there is no proof aliens exist at any bay. Therefore they don't exist. I just had to take that and make a quick list.
There is the stern alien among us.They don't kick up a fuss.Chances are you've seen them once.They are a bit of a dunce.
See! Told you so!An alien on the go.A matching pair.Just look at their simple stare.
The most common one,With eyes that say, run! Those little grey guys,Sure think they are wise.
But they hang from a tree,So how smart can they be?But look at those bug eyes.Bet they could spot flies.
The stern red alien dude.This guy is rather rude.He likes to change his form.These too are part of the norm.
Case and point,Here at my joint.From skin flint to steroid freak.An alien that can speak.
These ones create war.They also have a loud roar.And they have bad breath.One whiff, can bring death.
An exact match.A ruthless alien batch.Watch it when you see him,Or things may get grim.
An alien that sucks life.Age causes it strife.So it puts on makeup and plastic,Wanting to look fantastic.
Bam! Another win,Here at my bin.Don't be fooled be her voice,Make the right choice.
Now you know we are not alone. E.T. does not want to pick up a phone. They are glad to stay here among us all and create our downfall. So when you are given the there are no aliens sass, just direct them to my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
There is the stern alien among us.They don't kick up a fuss.Chances are you've seen them once.They are a bit of a dunce.
See! Told you so!An alien on the go.A matching pair.Just look at their simple stare.
The most common one,With eyes that say, run! Those little grey guys,Sure think they are wise.
But they hang from a tree,So how smart can they be?But look at those bug eyes.Bet they could spot flies.
The stern red alien dude.This guy is rather rude.He likes to change his form.These too are part of the norm.
Case and point,Here at my joint.From skin flint to steroid freak.An alien that can speak.
These ones create war.They also have a loud roar.And they have bad breath.One whiff, can bring death.
An exact match.A ruthless alien batch.Watch it when you see him,Or things may get grim.
An alien that sucks life.Age causes it strife.So it puts on makeup and plastic,Wanting to look fantastic.
Bam! Another win,Here at my bin.Don't be fooled be her voice,Make the right choice.
Now you know we are not alone. E.T. does not want to pick up a phone. They are glad to stay here among us all and create our downfall. So when you are given the there are no aliens sass, just direct them to my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 23, 2014
How You Say? Well Okay!
Every once and a while the cat hears it run on for a mile. "Where do you get all your ideas from?" Yeah, I've heard it said to my little rhyming bum. I guess I can share, here at my lair.
The cat will be kind.
Ideas are easy to find.
Just follow me,
Here at my sea.
Ideas come and go.
Then on with the show.
They just like to flow.
That much you know.
Just be open to all,
There at your hall.
Read writing on the wall,
Whether it is in a lounge or bathroom stall.
Let your mind free.
It is as easy as can be.
Just give it a push.
Look at that big tush.
There is a post there.
Post it with flair.
You like big butts and you cannot lie.
Got that in your head, oh me, oh my.
Gawk like the gawker.
Be a bit of a stalker.
Watch and wave.
A new path you can pave.
Just get a dog or cat,
Or maybe even a rat.
There you go.
Pictures high and low.
Look out the window.
Much on the go.
Or get a paper cut.
Viola! Post at your hut.
I hate paper cuts too.
They suck at any zoo.
Look, I just fit it in.
A new post at my bin.
But what I use most,
Here at my coast.
That gives ideas to my behind,
Is just thinking with my crazy mind.
Now wasn't that telling? You could yap about spelling. See, another idea for you. How do you make ideas come due? Is it just like the cat and his brain mass? You can tell my idea filled little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
The cat will be kind.
Ideas are easy to find.
Just follow me,
Here at my sea.
Ideas come and go.
Then on with the show.
They just like to flow.
That much you know.
Just be open to all,
There at your hall.
Read writing on the wall,
Whether it is in a lounge or bathroom stall.
Let your mind free.
It is as easy as can be.
Just give it a push.
Look at that big tush.
There is a post there.
Post it with flair.
You like big butts and you cannot lie.
Got that in your head, oh me, oh my.
Gawk like the gawker.
Be a bit of a stalker.
Watch and wave.
A new path you can pave.
Just get a dog or cat,
Or maybe even a rat.
There you go.
Pictures high and low.
Look out the window.
Much on the go.
Or get a paper cut.
Viola! Post at your hut.
I hate paper cuts too.
They suck at any zoo.
Look, I just fit it in.
A new post at my bin.
But what I use most,
Here at my coast.
That gives ideas to my behind,
Is just thinking with my crazy mind.
Now wasn't that telling? You could yap about spelling. See, another idea for you. How do you make ideas come due? Is it just like the cat and his brain mass? You can tell my idea filled little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 22, 2014
It Is Clear That The High and Mighty Are Here!
Another review at this blog zoo!
The cat came across some nuts the other day that wanted to go after him at their bay. They thought they were grand, finding this and that across the land, trying to come after the cat there at their mat.
I just hit ignore,
At my shore.
But they kept on,
With their con.
This is that,
At your mat.
This = this,
You can't miss.
Bite me, I say.
There at my bay.
With their crap on display.
Nuts joining the fray.
A mighty team,
With their stream.
Holier than thou.
Even religion can wow.
Shame on you.
A sin at your zoo.
I'm so right.
There at my site.
No matter what you say.
I am right at my bay.
There is no wrong.
We sing our song.
I never lie,
With my little eye.
It was found.
It can astound.
Just admit it.
We still hiss and spit.
We will do you in.
We always win.
What was that you say?
No way!
We are still right,
Into the dead of night.
Sometimes you can't win.
They just take it for a spin.
They have to climb on their soapbox,
With or without socks.
The cat is so grand, he gets attacked for all kinds of things across the land. They can just bite me at my sea. I could be more crass but I will be a semi nice little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
The cat came across some nuts the other day that wanted to go after him at their bay. They thought they were grand, finding this and that across the land, trying to come after the cat there at their mat.
I just hit ignore,
At my shore.
But they kept on,
With their con.
This is that,
At your mat.
This = this,
You can't miss.
Bite me, I say.
There at my bay.
With their crap on display.
Nuts joining the fray.
A mighty team,
With their stream.
Holier than thou.
Even religion can wow.
Shame on you.
A sin at your zoo.
I'm so right.
There at my site.
No matter what you say.
I am right at my bay.
There is no wrong.
We sing our song.
I never lie,
With my little eye.
It was found.
It can astound.
Just admit it.
We still hiss and spit.
We will do you in.
We always win.
What was that you say?
No way!
We are still right,
Into the dead of night.
Sometimes you can't win.
They just take it for a spin.
They have to climb on their soapbox,
With or without socks.
The cat is so grand, he gets attacked for all kinds of things across the land. They can just bite me at my sea. I could be more crass but I will be a semi nice little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 21, 2014
Special Guest Four Takes The Tour!
So the last guest for the month is here. Even though Pat is still pushing that book that doesn't rhyme like my little rhyming rear. Read it yet? Max Blizzard and the Gem of Camelot is getting spread around by more than just this pet. Anyway, so how about magic for the end of the week? It is so much better than playing hide and seek. She comes from lands afar and may raid your cookie jar. She even has fur. I wonder if she can purr?
The end is not tragic,
It is full of magic.
Just you wait and see,
What I have in store for thee.
It is a giant fur thing,
That is guesting at my wing.
And magic is at play,
With many tricks on display.
She will astound.
Her tricks are profound.
Like none around.
At least outside of the pound.
So sit back and stare,
These tricks are rare.
You will be in awe,
As she breaks scientific law.
What? A furry at my show?
Damn it! That is low.
How could I?
Oh me, oh my.
I bet you never saw tricks like that? Aren't I just an entertaining cat? The tricks of the ages are right here on my pages. Forever out there for all to see. No need to thank little old me. I just like to sometimes do more than pass gas out my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
The end is not tragic,
It is full of magic.
Just you wait and see,
What I have in store for thee.
It is a giant fur thing,
That is guesting at my wing.
And magic is at play,
With many tricks on display.
She will astound.
Her tricks are profound.
Like none around.
At least outside of the pound.
So sit back and stare,
These tricks are rare.
You will be in awe,
As she breaks scientific law.
What? A furry at my show?
Damn it! That is low.
How could I?
Oh me, oh my.
I bet you never saw tricks like that? Aren't I just an entertaining cat? The tricks of the ages are right here on my pages. Forever out there for all to see. No need to thank little old me. I just like to sometimes do more than pass gas out my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 20, 2014
Blogvengers Part Eight, All Try And Relate!
Chapter 8
The Final Hours
Zombies With Powers
Orlin had his tail in the air. He was walking along humming to himself with such flair. He hissed as Pat grabbed him by the tail, yanking him back. He looked ahead and found he almost ended up a zombie snack.
"I guess you just proved who the brighter cat is." Cassie gloated while Truedessa shh-ed them both. She did not want things to head south.
"Too many demons for even your crystal magic."
"The cat thinks we should run away. Maybe we can come back another day?"
"Scaredy cat."
Truedessa tried to speak to shut them all up. But she found she could not even hiccup. Her voice and magic was sucked away. She flailed her arms around, leaving the group in disarray.
"Now is no time for charades. Does she want to put on zombie parades?"
"Is thee casting a spell?"
"She lost her voice you idiots."
Truedessa nodded to Cassie and gave Pat and Orlin a dirty look. They both shrugged and knew it had to be some super powered zombie voice stealing crook. Their ears all perked up as they heard Truedessa's voice. A zombie was using it and they now knew that had no choice.
"A voice stealing demon. That shall not do. Let's slay them all." Pat picked up a branch and used it like a sword. He stood all brave looking with it like he was receiving a reward.
"Here we go. Let's kill zombies high and low." Orlin jumped out ready to fight. His hair stood on end as the zombie army caught his sight.
"Those two are such idiots. How does anyone put up with them?"
Cassie and Truedessa searched for a way to make the voice stealing zombie and his army pay. Truedessa pointed to a tree and Cassie climbed it quickly. She bounced on a branch until Truedessa could reach. Truedessa grabbed it, yanked it back, let it fly and heard a loud zombie screech.
The branch whacked many incoming zombies off their feet. It even beheaded some and caused their heads to roll down the street. The voice stealing zombie yelled for all to attack. It seemed to be the leader of the pack.
"Maybe this was a bad idea, you think? I think I need a drink."
"Come back here, cat!"
Pat stood all alone with his sword like stick while zombies neared looking like they wanted to do more than give him a lick. Their drool dripped more and more with every step they took. Pat's OCD kicked in and he gave his stick a look.
"What the hell? Stupid voices."
Pat dropped the stick and ran away. But the zombies already had their scent and knew the way. They searched for a way to get Truedessa's magic back, so she could go on a zombie killing attack. They all turned to a honk as the zombies closed in. Drazin was taking some army vehicle for a spin.
"Drazin has to save you two and the fleabags again." Drazin yelled as he waved to the back. He and the others soon made short work of the zombie attack.
Drazin ran down the zombies that came near, squashing them from ear to ear. Brian and Hank popped out from one side while Alex and Mary popped out the other with such pride. They all started firing away, leaving only the voice stealing zombie running the other way.
Truedessa raised her hand to Drazin who tossed her a gun. She marched up to the voice stealing zombie and ended his fun. She shot it right in the head. The zombie peeled over good and dead.
"Remind Drazin never to piss her off."
The group jumped out of the truck and Pat and the cats did not know for sure if they were in luck. All they could think of was Brian's evil gawker counterpart and the ninja wannabe taking nakedness and clones to heart.
"The cat does not want to see another naked ninja wannabe. And you are in for a shock, if you try and gawk."
"Drazin though the same thing, fleabag. But they are fine in this zombie hell."
"I'm number one!" Hank cheered with delight and the cats looked at him like he was not right.
"Who is that again?"
"Drazin does not know. But he sure likes to be number one."
"My magic has not returned. We are going to have to do this the hard way. But I know the towers are that way." Truedessa rejoined the group, wiping off a bit of zombie goop.
"So is that they way out? Drazin needs to get out of this place."
"That is the way to a zombie free day."
Drazin hopped back in the truck and the rest all followed as they waded through the dead zombie muck. Drazin hit the gas and headed to where Truedessa had said. Everyone hoping they would soon see the last of the undead.
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"I see, so his comrades are coming to save him. This should be delightful."
A shadow like zombie stood beside his king, reporting back everything. Babylon smiled at Trucker who was chained up to the wall. He was ready to make the last of the humans fall.
"You...won't...win." Trucker muttered, still tired and weak, almost unable to speak.
The king of the zombies hobbled across the floor and opened his over sized door. He whispered something to the guard and then a few minutes later all the zombies started clearing the yard. The area in front of the two towers was bare. Babylon was excited for the group to enter his lair.
"I will finally get a little action. The last humans in this city are coming to me. This will be delightful."
Babylon sat back down in his torn up throne. He kept repeating the word "delightful" while giving a zombie like groan. He rubbed his rotting hands together going over his plan. He could not wait to watch the final ending of man.
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"Well this isn't a trap or anything."
"Maybe the zombies are having a spring fling?"
The two cats stared at the bare entrance to the two towers. They both would rather deal with the blood thirsty crazies with flowers. The whole group knew it was a trap, but they had to risk it to get off this zombie infested map.
They all jumped back as the ground beneath them peeled back, each readying themselves for an attack. An elevator rose up with only one zombie on it. He then seemed to be going through some zombie ninja fit. The zombie was only three inches tall. Drazin thought it would be funny to bounce him around like a ball.
"Drazin will leave this to the ninja wannabe."
"A Mortal Kombat fight. This should be a fun sight."
Alex took some ninja stance and the shrimpy zombie gave him a funny glance. It then disappeared from view and reappeared hopping on top Alex's shoe. It ran right up his pant leg and into his butt crack. Alex danced about like he was under a flea attack.
"Get this out of me. I don't play such a tune." Alex dropped his pants and gave all a fool moon. It was like something right out of a cartoon.
"I said no more naked ninja wannabes. I don't care if you like the breeze."
The cat ran over and smacked the tiny zombie out of Alex's butt crack. It then hopped on the cat and tried to go on the attack. Orlin just flipped him off and into the air. Brian grabbed a log and straightened up his mohawk hair.
"Does he do that hair thing for luck?" Cassie shrugged, not really caring, while the rest of the group continued staring.
Brain swung the log as the tiny zombie came down and it looked like he hit it clear into another town. But it had zipped away just in time. It then ate his mohawk hair, cutting Brian down in his prime.
"A bald gawker. That is a bit of a shocker." Orlin laughed at Brian's new look. Brian sat and decided to sook.
"That thing is fast." Mary tried to throw a rock at it and missed it by more than a bit.
"But I am number one." Hank declared and then the zombie ate his shirt a bit. It left a number two, which was not a hit.
"This road runner tiny zombie need to be put to rest. Let's go, demon." Pat signaled for Drazin to help out. But Drazin just ignored his shout.
Pat tried to step on it but then he tripped in zombie spit. He tried to get up and was in OCD hell. This tiny zombie seemed to be ringing everyone's bell. Truedessa tried to help out but she slipped too, once again covered in zombie goo.
Cassie and Orlin stood side by side in some grass. They taunted the zombie about his tiny mass. He struck a pose and ran at them quick. The tiny zombie then slowed like he was as heavy as a brick. Drazin walked over and stepped on it. He was squashed with one single hit.
"I guess not burying our waste can help turn tiny zombies to paste."
The cats laughed about the zombie getting slowed down by their unburied shit. Drazin wiped his boot on the grass trying to rid it of it. The rest of the group got up and tried to get past the embarrassing fight. Pat rolled in clean grass, trying to free himself of his zombie goo plight. The groups then formed and seemed ready to go. Alex feeling violated, Brian feeling bald and Hank trying to hide his new number two logo.
"So two towers. Who wants to take number one and who wants to take number two?" Mary pointed to each entrance and rolled her eyes at Hank, as he hopped toward number one like he was getting paid by a bank.
"Number one!"
"Drazin will go with these guys. Drazin can't help the fleabags all the time."
Drazin stood with Mary, Brian, Alex and Hank, all ready to make tower one walk the plank. He then shook his head, like a worse sight had come than the undead.
"You eejits aren't getting out of here without me and my Amazonian lesbian lover." Anne and Elsie popped up from a sewer tunnel with a super powered zombie in hand. It was a shadow like thing that looked rather bland.
"I believe this is the cause of your trouble." Anne heaved the zombie at Truedessa's feet. She then took her heel and smashed its head into the concrete.
Truedessa felt her magic coming back after Anne's head smashing attack. Elsie just stood by Anne's side, wishing she could talk. Drazin and Pat were glad she could not squawk. Drazin joined group number two as Anne and Elsie joined group number one's crew.
"Like hell Drazin is going with the crazy Irish and her one eyed lesbian lover."
"You eejits won't make it without me."
"I'd rather take crazy Pat. Good luck and don't go splat."
Orlin lead the way and Cassie, Truedessa, Pat and Drazin followed him, come what may. Anne marched in her Xena outfit with her group following behind. Alex and Brian really thought she had lost her mind. Both groups entered at the same time and readied themselves for trouble at the drop of a dime.
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A bald Gawker, a violated ninja wannabe and a number two Hank? Damn, which is worse could be tough to rank. But I think the ninja wannabe may win. That is just a sin. Seems this story will go anywhere. And by the way, Anne said that is where she wanted her character to go at my lair. The cat is happy to make her a Xena lass. Then she can be made fun of more by my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
The Final Hours
Zombies With Powers
Orlin had his tail in the air. He was walking along humming to himself with such flair. He hissed as Pat grabbed him by the tail, yanking him back. He looked ahead and found he almost ended up a zombie snack.
"I guess you just proved who the brighter cat is." Cassie gloated while Truedessa shh-ed them both. She did not want things to head south.
"Too many demons for even your crystal magic."
"The cat thinks we should run away. Maybe we can come back another day?"
"Scaredy cat."
Truedessa tried to speak to shut them all up. But she found she could not even hiccup. Her voice and magic was sucked away. She flailed her arms around, leaving the group in disarray.
"Now is no time for charades. Does she want to put on zombie parades?"
"Is thee casting a spell?"
"She lost her voice you idiots."
Truedessa nodded to Cassie and gave Pat and Orlin a dirty look. They both shrugged and knew it had to be some super powered zombie voice stealing crook. Their ears all perked up as they heard Truedessa's voice. A zombie was using it and they now knew that had no choice.
"A voice stealing demon. That shall not do. Let's slay them all." Pat picked up a branch and used it like a sword. He stood all brave looking with it like he was receiving a reward.
"Here we go. Let's kill zombies high and low." Orlin jumped out ready to fight. His hair stood on end as the zombie army caught his sight.
"Those two are such idiots. How does anyone put up with them?"
Cassie and Truedessa searched for a way to make the voice stealing zombie and his army pay. Truedessa pointed to a tree and Cassie climbed it quickly. She bounced on a branch until Truedessa could reach. Truedessa grabbed it, yanked it back, let it fly and heard a loud zombie screech.
The branch whacked many incoming zombies off their feet. It even beheaded some and caused their heads to roll down the street. The voice stealing zombie yelled for all to attack. It seemed to be the leader of the pack.
"Maybe this was a bad idea, you think? I think I need a drink."
"Come back here, cat!"
Pat stood all alone with his sword like stick while zombies neared looking like they wanted to do more than give him a lick. Their drool dripped more and more with every step they took. Pat's OCD kicked in and he gave his stick a look.
"What the hell? Stupid voices."
Pat dropped the stick and ran away. But the zombies already had their scent and knew the way. They searched for a way to get Truedessa's magic back, so she could go on a zombie killing attack. They all turned to a honk as the zombies closed in. Drazin was taking some army vehicle for a spin.
"Drazin has to save you two and the fleabags again." Drazin yelled as he waved to the back. He and the others soon made short work of the zombie attack.
Drazin ran down the zombies that came near, squashing them from ear to ear. Brian and Hank popped out from one side while Alex and Mary popped out the other with such pride. They all started firing away, leaving only the voice stealing zombie running the other way.
Truedessa raised her hand to Drazin who tossed her a gun. She marched up to the voice stealing zombie and ended his fun. She shot it right in the head. The zombie peeled over good and dead.
"Remind Drazin never to piss her off."
The group jumped out of the truck and Pat and the cats did not know for sure if they were in luck. All they could think of was Brian's evil gawker counterpart and the ninja wannabe taking nakedness and clones to heart.
"The cat does not want to see another naked ninja wannabe. And you are in for a shock, if you try and gawk."
"Drazin though the same thing, fleabag. But they are fine in this zombie hell."
"I'm number one!" Hank cheered with delight and the cats looked at him like he was not right.
"Who is that again?"
"Drazin does not know. But he sure likes to be number one."
"My magic has not returned. We are going to have to do this the hard way. But I know the towers are that way." Truedessa rejoined the group, wiping off a bit of zombie goop.
"So is that they way out? Drazin needs to get out of this place."
"That is the way to a zombie free day."
Drazin hopped back in the truck and the rest all followed as they waded through the dead zombie muck. Drazin hit the gas and headed to where Truedessa had said. Everyone hoping they would soon see the last of the undead.
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"I see, so his comrades are coming to save him. This should be delightful."
A shadow like zombie stood beside his king, reporting back everything. Babylon smiled at Trucker who was chained up to the wall. He was ready to make the last of the humans fall.
"You...won't...win." Trucker muttered, still tired and weak, almost unable to speak.
The king of the zombies hobbled across the floor and opened his over sized door. He whispered something to the guard and then a few minutes later all the zombies started clearing the yard. The area in front of the two towers was bare. Babylon was excited for the group to enter his lair.
"I will finally get a little action. The last humans in this city are coming to me. This will be delightful."
Babylon sat back down in his torn up throne. He kept repeating the word "delightful" while giving a zombie like groan. He rubbed his rotting hands together going over his plan. He could not wait to watch the final ending of man.
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"Well this isn't a trap or anything."
"Maybe the zombies are having a spring fling?"
The two cats stared at the bare entrance to the two towers. They both would rather deal with the blood thirsty crazies with flowers. The whole group knew it was a trap, but they had to risk it to get off this zombie infested map.
They all jumped back as the ground beneath them peeled back, each readying themselves for an attack. An elevator rose up with only one zombie on it. He then seemed to be going through some zombie ninja fit. The zombie was only three inches tall. Drazin thought it would be funny to bounce him around like a ball.
"Drazin will leave this to the ninja wannabe."
"A Mortal Kombat fight. This should be a fun sight."
Alex took some ninja stance and the shrimpy zombie gave him a funny glance. It then disappeared from view and reappeared hopping on top Alex's shoe. It ran right up his pant leg and into his butt crack. Alex danced about like he was under a flea attack.
"Get this out of me. I don't play such a tune." Alex dropped his pants and gave all a fool moon. It was like something right out of a cartoon.
"I said no more naked ninja wannabes. I don't care if you like the breeze."
The cat ran over and smacked the tiny zombie out of Alex's butt crack. It then hopped on the cat and tried to go on the attack. Orlin just flipped him off and into the air. Brian grabbed a log and straightened up his mohawk hair.
"Does he do that hair thing for luck?" Cassie shrugged, not really caring, while the rest of the group continued staring.
Brain swung the log as the tiny zombie came down and it looked like he hit it clear into another town. But it had zipped away just in time. It then ate his mohawk hair, cutting Brian down in his prime.
"A bald gawker. That is a bit of a shocker." Orlin laughed at Brian's new look. Brian sat and decided to sook.
"That thing is fast." Mary tried to throw a rock at it and missed it by more than a bit.
"But I am number one." Hank declared and then the zombie ate his shirt a bit. It left a number two, which was not a hit.
"This road runner tiny zombie need to be put to rest. Let's go, demon." Pat signaled for Drazin to help out. But Drazin just ignored his shout.
Pat tried to step on it but then he tripped in zombie spit. He tried to get up and was in OCD hell. This tiny zombie seemed to be ringing everyone's bell. Truedessa tried to help out but she slipped too, once again covered in zombie goo.
Cassie and Orlin stood side by side in some grass. They taunted the zombie about his tiny mass. He struck a pose and ran at them quick. The tiny zombie then slowed like he was as heavy as a brick. Drazin walked over and stepped on it. He was squashed with one single hit.
"I guess not burying our waste can help turn tiny zombies to paste."
The cats laughed about the zombie getting slowed down by their unburied shit. Drazin wiped his boot on the grass trying to rid it of it. The rest of the group got up and tried to get past the embarrassing fight. Pat rolled in clean grass, trying to free himself of his zombie goo plight. The groups then formed and seemed ready to go. Alex feeling violated, Brian feeling bald and Hank trying to hide his new number two logo.
"So two towers. Who wants to take number one and who wants to take number two?" Mary pointed to each entrance and rolled her eyes at Hank, as he hopped toward number one like he was getting paid by a bank.
"Number one!"
"Drazin will go with these guys. Drazin can't help the fleabags all the time."
Drazin stood with Mary, Brian, Alex and Hank, all ready to make tower one walk the plank. He then shook his head, like a worse sight had come than the undead.
"You eejits aren't getting out of here without me and my Amazonian lesbian lover." Anne and Elsie popped up from a sewer tunnel with a super powered zombie in hand. It was a shadow like thing that looked rather bland.
"I believe this is the cause of your trouble." Anne heaved the zombie at Truedessa's feet. She then took her heel and smashed its head into the concrete.
Truedessa felt her magic coming back after Anne's head smashing attack. Elsie just stood by Anne's side, wishing she could talk. Drazin and Pat were glad she could not squawk. Drazin joined group number two as Anne and Elsie joined group number one's crew.
"Like hell Drazin is going with the crazy Irish and her one eyed lesbian lover."
"You eejits won't make it without me."
"I'd rather take crazy Pat. Good luck and don't go splat."
Orlin lead the way and Cassie, Truedessa, Pat and Drazin followed him, come what may. Anne marched in her Xena outfit with her group following behind. Alex and Brian really thought she had lost her mind. Both groups entered at the same time and readied themselves for trouble at the drop of a dime.
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A bald Gawker, a violated ninja wannabe and a number two Hank? Damn, which is worse could be tough to rank. But I think the ninja wannabe may win. That is just a sin. Seems this story will go anywhere. And by the way, Anne said that is where she wanted her character to go at my lair. The cat is happy to make her a Xena lass. Then she can be made fun of more by my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 19, 2014
Things You Can Say Once More At My Bay!
Yet another review for all to well umm view!
So the cat thought he would bring this back and go on another things you can say attack. So just sit back and learn so you don't go splat, with things you can't say to your partner that you can say to your cat.
What a nice pussy!
May sound like a wussy,
But that is just saying it to a cat.
Say it to another and get a bat.
You purr loudly when scratched there.
That could get a swear,
Depending on where is there,
At your scratching lair.
Stop licking that!
Could chew some fat.
Or just run away.
No licking allowed, okay!
That is quite the hairball!
Won't be getting a cat call.
Don't insult the hair,
Up, in or down there.
You have a bald spot!
Some humans hate that a lot.
We just yank out our fur,
For many reasons as the lines blur.
That's some great color in your hair.
Say it if you dare.
May get a kick,
Grey hair many find ick.
Here kitty kitty kitty!
Won't work in many a city.
Maybe Gotham I suppose,
Otherwise, watch your toes.
Do you want a rub there?
Might get a look that is rare.
Or then again maybe a yes.
Depends on the spot I guess.
You shed a ton!
Be prepared to run.
May need to hide too,
If you can at your zoo.
Quit your howling already!
Don't hold steady.
Take off after saying that.
Trust the cat.
There you are, some good tips from my bar. Watch the words you say if you want to have a nice day. Or just add cat to everything you say, then no one will want to make you pay. Unless you piss a cat off by having no bass, then you can't be helped by my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
So the cat thought he would bring this back and go on another things you can say attack. So just sit back and learn so you don't go splat, with things you can't say to your partner that you can say to your cat.
What a nice pussy!
May sound like a wussy,
But that is just saying it to a cat.
Say it to another and get a bat.
You purr loudly when scratched there.
That could get a swear,
Depending on where is there,
At your scratching lair.
Stop licking that!
Could chew some fat.
Or just run away.
No licking allowed, okay!
That is quite the hairball!
Won't be getting a cat call.
Don't insult the hair,
Up, in or down there.
You have a bald spot!
Some humans hate that a lot.
We just yank out our fur,
For many reasons as the lines blur.
That's some great color in your hair.
Say it if you dare.
May get a kick,
Grey hair many find ick.
Here kitty kitty kitty!
Won't work in many a city.
Maybe Gotham I suppose,
Otherwise, watch your toes.
Do you want a rub there?
Might get a look that is rare.
Or then again maybe a yes.
Depends on the spot I guess.
You shed a ton!
Be prepared to run.
May need to hide too,
If you can at your zoo.
Quit your howling already!
Don't hold steady.
Take off after saying that.
Trust the cat.
There you are, some good tips from my bar. Watch the words you say if you want to have a nice day. Or just add cat to everything you say, then no one will want to make you pay. Unless you piss a cat off by having no bass, then you can't be helped by my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 18, 2014
Special Guest Three Is A Sight To See!
Another awesome review here, have a peer!
So first you had a clown attack, then a samurai wannabe berated the cat. What next? A dancing bird? Anyway, now on with the absurd. For the cat is not the only one under attack. I taped this as I was out and about from my shack.
The cat stopped by a place,
In need of some space.
That car is stuffy.
I needed to see clouds that are fluffy.
But instead we heard a name,
The ninja wannabe extended his fame.
So we went in to see,
Expecting the ninja wannabe.
Nope, it was the dude below.
I guess he is in the know.
He must have been stalking a few.
I hope he did not watch you in the loo.
Betsy had her name flung,
I hear her bell is kind of rung.
Manzanita was on the case,
Spreading worm news all over the place.
Brian had his gawk taken,
And unless I was mistaken,
Rosey had her bb gun ready,
I hear her aim is not steady.
Wow, that dude really had you down. I hear he is going from town to town. You will all be famous world wide. I had to give you the video so you would not think I lied. What's that? You want to skin the cat? Catch me if you can mob mass. You will never stop my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
So first you had a clown attack, then a samurai wannabe berated the cat. What next? A dancing bird? Anyway, now on with the absurd. For the cat is not the only one under attack. I taped this as I was out and about from my shack.
The cat stopped by a place,
In need of some space.
That car is stuffy.
I needed to see clouds that are fluffy.
But instead we heard a name,
The ninja wannabe extended his fame.
So we went in to see,
Expecting the ninja wannabe.
Nope, it was the dude below.
I guess he is in the know.
He must have been stalking a few.
I hope he did not watch you in the loo.
Betsy had her name flung,
I hear her bell is kind of rung.
Manzanita was on the case,
Spreading worm news all over the place.
Brian had his gawk taken,
And unless I was mistaken,
Rosey had her bb gun ready,
I hear her aim is not steady.
Wow, that dude really had you down. I hear he is going from town to town. You will all be famous world wide. I had to give you the video so you would not think I lied. What's that? You want to skin the cat? Catch me if you can mob mass. You will never stop my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 17, 2014
Bug Eyed Number Ten At My Den!
The bug eyed creep has more books than Cassie and The Wild Cat. Geez, how can we lose to that dingbat? Anyway, Tarsier Man is back for book number ten. He also got spruced up for the occasion at my den.
Tarsier Man is having a fine day,
When Duke Drazin comes to play.
Damn, that loon is in everything,
Think there is a plan at my wing?
Anyway, on we go.
Duke Drazin lets his eyes glow.
He wants to rule the world.
Tarsier Man gets hurled.
Lost in another reality,
Cue good old Catality.
He is back to help Tarsier Man.
Catality isn't a flash in the pan.
Also he has a witch.
This one doesn't have a glitch.
Although may look kinda scary.
At least she isn't overly hairy.
The trio try to save the day,
And make Duke Drazin go away.
Will it come to pass?
I'm sure not without a little sass.
Click Here for a peer.
Drazin looks rather mighty there, or at least he thinks he has might to spare. We shall see if he can beat the bug eyed freak or get sent up the creek. Join in for Tarsier Man's tenth book pass from my ever so book producing little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Tarsier Man is having a fine day,
When Duke Drazin comes to play.
Damn, that loon is in everything,
Think there is a plan at my wing?
Anyway, on we go.
Duke Drazin lets his eyes glow.
He wants to rule the world.
Tarsier Man gets hurled.
Lost in another reality,
Cue good old Catality.
He is back to help Tarsier Man.
Catality isn't a flash in the pan.
Also he has a witch.
This one doesn't have a glitch.
Although may look kinda scary.
At least she isn't overly hairy.
The trio try to save the day,
And make Duke Drazin go away.
Will it come to pass?
I'm sure not without a little sass.
Click Here for a peer. Drazin looks rather mighty there, or at least he thinks he has might to spare. We shall see if he can beat the bug eyed freak or get sent up the creek. Join in for Tarsier Man's tenth book pass from my ever so book producing little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 16, 2014
I Admit With This Fit!
Another great review here to view!
The cat gets blamed for this and that all the time at our mat. But the cat does not do it all. That ghost does some things at our hall. Or maybe it is just Cassie, she's not the oh so innocent lassy.
The cat will admit,
Just a little bit,
What he has done,
Because it is fun.
I jump on the counter with ease.
I do it whenever I please.
I'll even sit and lick my ass.
I know, I have such class.
I'll eat anything left open on there.
I do it all the time at the other lair.
Muffins, cake, and even cheese.
I will eat whatever I please.
I chew the tp any time.
I yank it along in my prime.
It can go right down the hall.
The thing can sorta bounce like a ball.
I flick litter all over the floor.
I jump in and out with a roar.
What can you do?
At least its better than #1 or #2.
I have yanked Pat's armpit hair.
I don't seem to care.
But he throws a fit.
I just yank a little bit.
Anything that is rubber and near,
I'll eat it ear to ear.
I will chew and eat until it's gone.
Then spit it back up on the lawn.
I won't touch wet food.
That stuff is just rude.
Get stuck in your teeth with ease.
That surely does not please.
I will run around when it gets light,
Or maybe when it is still night.
Once Pat gets up and is awake,
A nap I will go take.
And I will meow all through the day.
I just like to talk, okay.
Meow when I go, meow when I eat.
I'll meow to meet and greet.
That feels better getting it off my chest. The cat admits such things are just the best. I do whatever I please indeed. It's not my fault things get left out at the other feed. One just has to be aware with each pass when it comes to my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
The cat gets blamed for this and that all the time at our mat. But the cat does not do it all. That ghost does some things at our hall. Or maybe it is just Cassie, she's not the oh so innocent lassy.
The cat will admit,
Just a little bit,
What he has done,
Because it is fun.
I jump on the counter with ease.
I do it whenever I please.
I'll even sit and lick my ass.
I know, I have such class.
I'll eat anything left open on there.
I do it all the time at the other lair.
Muffins, cake, and even cheese.
I will eat whatever I please.
I chew the tp any time.
I yank it along in my prime.
It can go right down the hall.
The thing can sorta bounce like a ball.
I flick litter all over the floor.
I jump in and out with a roar.
What can you do?
At least its better than #1 or #2.
I have yanked Pat's armpit hair.
I don't seem to care.
But he throws a fit.
I just yank a little bit.
Anything that is rubber and near,
I'll eat it ear to ear.
I will chew and eat until it's gone.
Then spit it back up on the lawn.
I won't touch wet food.
That stuff is just rude.
Get stuck in your teeth with ease.
That surely does not please.
I will run around when it gets light,
Or maybe when it is still night.
Once Pat gets up and is awake,
A nap I will go take.
And I will meow all through the day.
I just like to talk, okay.
Meow when I go, meow when I eat.
I'll meow to meet and greet.
That feels better getting it off my chest. The cat admits such things are just the best. I do whatever I please indeed. It's not my fault things get left out at the other feed. One just has to be aware with each pass when it comes to my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
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