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.