Hi everybuddy! It’s me, Dori. *wavy paws* I’m so glad to see yoo. Welcome to Part 2 of my Octopurr Spooky Stories.
As I mentioned last week, in the past I made up spooky
stories for the month of Octopurr, but this year, the stories are REAL! So grab
yoor bag of Reese’s Franken-Cups, and a mug of hot buttered rum, cuz I’m going
to scare every one of yoo, especially those who are considering a future move
with cats.
In last week’s story, Disappearing Rooms and Stranger
Danger, furniture dissy-peared and strangers kept ringing our doorbell to come
inside. They even trapped us under false beds, and prevented us from using the
litter boxes. Extremely scary stuff, folks! Yoo see, Daddy had set a date for
retiring from the company that makes Amazon boxes, and he wanted to move his
family before that happened since buying a home while employed has less hoops
to jump through than after retirement. So, for the past year and a half my
pawrents had traveled through Mrs. Ippi, Ally Bama, and Aunt Lanna (<- scary
ol’ witch) at least six or seven times to search for the purrfect home in FloryDa.
That’s where Daddy wanted to live. Not Momma. Momma loves the Tennessee
mountains, but she caved. So sad, cuz Momma gets very crabby in the hoomidity.
Eventually they finally found a smaller house on the northeast side of the state with a huge water bowl in the backyard. Plus the screened-in Catio would allow the Wonderpurr Gang to get fresh air, as it was three miles from the ocean. The only trouble was, it took 12 hours without stopping to get there. And as that scary bad Chinese virus had suddenly turned the world upside down, traveling anywhere, even to the grocery store, had not only become dangerous… It had become deadly.
