Hello! It’s me!
There are threats.
- Rusted Metal.
Last week I was visiting friends … Mom says “Is the cat in the house?” Friend says “yes”. I enter the back yard, and this cat (which I swear is actually a chupacabra, #amirite?) puts my head and neck in a vice grip unlike any I’ve ever experienced. As I began to pass out from asphyxiation, Dad kept trying to pull on my leash. This only served to accelerate the slow death I was experiencing.
When the cat/chupacabra finally relented and decided to partake in other activities, I screamed a bunch of obscenities, loudly if I may be so bold.
I was comforted by Mom.
I’m not a fan of the pseudo-chupacabra.
P.S.: Look at what the chupacabra did to our plants in the front yard.