Just the other night I thought for sure
that someone had broken into our house.
I had fallen asleep on the couch while
watching a Perry Mason episode.
I was awoken by a crash that got me to
my feet before I was even awake. I was
sure either the roof caved in, or someone
had kicked in the back door.
Not one to sleep with my guns, I crept
my way from the living room into the
kitchen.
I observed the door to back room was
intact which meant it had to be the door
off the porch.
Grabbing a handy billy club I inched ever
closer to the doorway of the kitchen. In a
balanced crouch with billy club raised I
sped into the kitchen.
I was looking at the three faces of the
wife’s cats. They looked innocent, the door
was still there, and I lowered the…
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