A Blogger Holiday Is At Play!

The cat came upon a news story the other day that was quite interesting to him at his bay. I think I will just copy and paste it in. I do not need to retype it all for you at my bin.

Too Much Spirit?

     It was a convention like any other, bloggers had come from all over, bringing their kids, spouse and one even brought their mother. The name to that one has been left out at the behest of the person though. I think they were embarrassed of the old crow. She got drunk and really did flap her arms and crow. That was the least weirdest thing of the night to show. 

     This really loud bang stopped the festivities in their tracks. The bloggers huddled around in packs. It seemed someone had brought a present that went, boom! A bomb at the blogger convention spelled doom. The FBI were called and the place was locked down. No one was going out drunk that night on the town.

     They searched everyone for any signs, I hear they even searched some felines. Spitty the Kitty was rather ticked. Brian the cat got upset when his hat was flicked. Those tabbies of trout towne brought some sheep, that guy was a real creep. Marg had brought here hoard too. All of them were too busy trying to escape back to their zoo. All they found on the cats were fleas. Afterwards they had very itchy knees.

     Next they thought there might be a Mary cult trying to stage a revolt. Mary, Other Mary and Mary Kirkland all stood in a row. It was a one woman Mary show. But Adam cleared them off that trail. He gave them some facts without fail. Truedessa was the next on their list. But she was automatically dismissed. She did not need a bomb at all. She had deadly sparkly farts on call.

     Terry and Manzanita were too busy yapping about worms and the like. Holy Ghost Writer just told them to take a hike. Alex was playing his guitar for all. He did not take too kindly to the FBI bringing forth last call. Rawkin Robin was off looking for a date. I hear she still needs a mate. Sherry Ellis was showing how she got her duck bill removed from her lips. I hear they moved it to her hips.

     Betsy and Brian were prime suspects by this time. They had stolen reposed cars in their prime. So they had criminal acts down. Silver Fox was left with a frown. He was not even considered at all. He grumbled about how he should have blown up the hall. Snowcatcher just made snow flakes by the ton. Some blue guy just let his mouth run. Stephanis Faris yapped with some guys who like beer in the shower. They were going on a good hour.

     Then came the crack in the case. It was the one with the most sincere face. Elsie and her one eye breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time her one eye didn't bring her grief. The sincere face was that of...Gloria who had baked a cake. She had used TNT under the frosting and lied in wait for all to partake. It had gone off too soon. The FBI locked up the crazy baking loon. The convention continued with no more major things occurring, unless you account the blogger's mother who got down on her hands and knees and began purring.

And you didn't invite the cat, how about that? I guess Gloria has a new hole now. She must have really had a cow. Wanted everyone to go boom. Maybe she ate a bad mushroom? I guess I at least missed Trudessa's sparkly gas. That is a plus for my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.