Our Teenager hobbled upstairs today, blood pouring from his foot, exclaiming he had just stepped on a small light bulb. We all ran over to see the excitement.
Blood was spewing out of him like water from a fire hose. I stopped and stared in awe. Sasha fainted.
Salem pointed a paw and said, “You’re going to die.” Then he turned away. I glanced over and his face was turning green.
I waved my paw, “That ain’t nothing. Whatcha afraid of?”
Salem cut his eyes at me, “I’m no scaredy-cat. I don’t let stuff like that bother me at all.”
I shake my head, “No. That is not your style,” my eyes roll upward.
Teenager runs in ten directions at once leaving red streaks and puddles all over the floor. Later, as Salem is walking away, he slips and falls. When he lifts his paw up and sees red goo all over it, he passes out.
“Yeah, you’re a regular lion.” I just step over him and take the good spot on the bed.
Is your last name Morse, Suki? You should try a little reMorse once in a while.
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reMorse, I like it. Sounds cool, but I may have to look up the meaning. I’ll get back to you on that! Not sure I know what it is.
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I’m convinced remorse is not a part of your makeup. Don’t bother looking it up.
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I will take your word for it!
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Opportunity presents itself!
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Yeah, buddy!!
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Teenagers can be so dramatic! (Hope all are well now!)
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Oh yeah, a gallon of blood later, he was fine! What a wuss.
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Poor teen!
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hmmm – whether intentional or otherwise, you seem to have adopted the personal motto of ‘sacrifice the weak’ 🤣
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Why I merely witnessed the event. Not my fault if Salem fainted. But I kind of see your point. I’ll try to be better. At least for the next month!
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