Monday, September 01, 2008

Jail Break!!!!!!!!!!

Dear Friends,

TODAY I BROKE FREE OF MY CAPTORS!!!!
I was being held prisoner at Cabrillo Pet Hospital. I still have not determined whether the McCain or Obama camp pulled off this heinous event.

Here's a photo of one of the torture rooms.
And here's one of the torturers himself!!!! Masked of course, to prevent identification. Rumors in the concentration camp are that he's related to Mengele! But I could not confirm this rumor.
But I successfully made friends with one of the prison guards, Lindsay. She was very sweet, and I think she may actually be a type of prisoner too......indentured servant. She felt sorry for me, and very early this morning, she sneaked in. unlocked my cell, and had me follow her out to the back alley.

"Skittles," she said, "I want to see you free. I love you and I will vote for you in the election." Don't forget me, Skittles......"

I tarried long enough to rub her leg before bolting up Voltaire street. I ran and ran, then turned right on Chatsworth. I ran past this brick building, and I suddenly remembered.....I'm close to home......this is the big building my pet human goes to on Sunday, where the bells go gong gong gong...............
I sped past the intersection of Nimitz and Chatsworth, and fled up a back alley. HOME!!!! I'M HOME!!!!!!!!

The doors and windows were all open.


I checked it out. Some of the furniture was back, but very little. AND MAN, THE WHOLE PLACE STANK!

My pet human was covered head to toe with dirt and dust, and she was washing her camping gear.

"Skittles, what are you doing home???? I was going to pick you up this afternoon, after we aired out the house. I told you we were going backpacking in the mountains, and the floors were going to be refinished while we were gone. The only safe place for you (well since grandma wouldn't take you) was at the local cat resort."

"Camping???? Did you see any bears?"

"Yes, a bear came through our camp last Tuesday night."

"Did you see any Vishus Deer??????"

"Yes, I saw lots of deer."

"Oh, did you kill the Vishus Deer????????"

"No, Skittles, why would I kill a deer?"


This house stinks, in more ways than one. I'm going outside for some fresh air.

Recap: my pet human shoves me in a prison box, takes me to a concentration camp, acts nonchalant when I break free, AND she didn't shoot the vishus deer.

Maybe she's a traitor, maybe she works for Obama or McCain. Or, or,....................or!!!!!!!

OMG! Maybe she works for Cheysuli! After all, Derby has continued to check out my site, and occasionally comments.

MY PET WORKS FOR CHEY??????

OH MY COD!

Skittles, The Huntress

15 comments:

Sophia said...

Floor refinishing sounds a lot worse than carpet cleaning.

Fred said...

Wow..such an intriguing story!

My three cats never made it to help, either. They called from a kitty spa they found along the way and didn't want to leave.

Zippy, Sadie and Speedy said...

Ugh, floor refinishing...my beans did dat once and it stunk in here. Dad has since gouged the floor and angered mom...she keeps a box of stuff over the mark cuz looking at it makes her feel like smacking him. Why would yoor gramma not take you? She loves yoo.

Kimo and Sabi said...

WOWY - that wuz just as exciting as da season premiere of "Prison Break!"

Gandalf and Grayson said...

Wow. You really are a brave kitty to manage to get out and home all on your own, Skittles!

Parker said...

Wow, what a week!

Whicky Wuudler said...

Gosh Skittles! That was a terrible ordeal for you, but I'm glad you escaped safely and are now home (even if it does smell bad)

PB 'n J said...

What a week Skittles! We're glad you're back safe and sound. But you might want to keep an eye on that Pet of yours!

The Meezers said...

and just WHY wouldn't your gramma take you? she used to take you all the time - to the point that you wanted to live with her! has she turned traitor on you too?

Anonymous said...

Hello, my name is Tim. I am the director of kitty activities at the Cabrillo Pet Care Center. It perplexes me to no end that Ms. Skittles feels that our luxurious spa and day care center is like a prison to her. Her room included a pent house view of the back patio, where the outside world moved along while she watched safely from the inside snacking on feline Greenies and Seafood Temtations. A typical day for Skittles included a morining maid service, a fresh litter box, something delicious from our menu and A.M. massage from Lindsay the "prison guard".
I hope Skittles will eventually confess that she was convicted of no crime and therefore not sentenced to prison. And that her pet drove her to the best pet resort and boarding facility in San Diego. Her wild imagination makes for a great story, but the truth is that she had a great time and was treated with respect and dignity.

The Island Cats said...

Skittles! We are so glad you have been set free!!!

Wally, Ernie & Zoey

pee ess. the floors look great!

Tenny said...

Sounds like yur captors are giving thare spin to the meedia. I do not dowt yur account of the ordeel. (But I gotta say the daily massagis sounds pritty sweet.)

Derby said...

Stranger things have happened Skittles. I have your mum under my paw, yes I do.

TheSlyCat said...

Skittles, I'm so glad that you are alright, the troops and I got lost somewhere in Idaho I think. I'm glad that your pet is back, although we will have to find out who she is working for. I think we need to recruit that Palin woman to hunt down the vishus deers, she is appartently good at killing large smelly beasts like mooses. Anyway, I'm glad you're home and safe! I wish our floors were refinished, then I could slide around on them:) Have a great week!
<3Sly

The Crew said...

Skittles...thank Bast you managed to escape and are safely home again.

Monday, September 01, 2008

Jail Break!!!!!!!!!!

Dear Friends,

TODAY I BROKE FREE OF MY CAPTORS!!!!
I was being held prisoner at Cabrillo Pet Hospital. I still have not determined whether the McCain or Obama camp pulled off this heinous event.

Here's a photo of one of the torture rooms.
And here's one of the torturers himself!!!! Masked of course, to prevent identification. Rumors in the concentration camp are that he's related to Mengele! But I could not confirm this rumor.
But I successfully made friends with one of the prison guards, Lindsay. She was very sweet, and I think she may actually be a type of prisoner too......indentured servant. She felt sorry for me, and very early this morning, she sneaked in. unlocked my cell, and had me follow her out to the back alley.

"Skittles," she said, "I want to see you free. I love you and I will vote for you in the election." Don't forget me, Skittles......"

I tarried long enough to rub her leg before bolting up Voltaire street. I ran and ran, then turned right on Chatsworth. I ran past this brick building, and I suddenly remembered.....I'm close to home......this is the big building my pet human goes to on Sunday, where the bells go gong gong gong...............
I sped past the intersection of Nimitz and Chatsworth, and fled up a back alley. HOME!!!! I'M HOME!!!!!!!!

The doors and windows were all open.


I checked it out. Some of the furniture was back, but very little. AND MAN, THE WHOLE PLACE STANK!

My pet human was covered head to toe with dirt and dust, and she was washing her camping gear.

"Skittles, what are you doing home???? I was going to pick you up this afternoon, after we aired out the house. I told you we were going backpacking in the mountains, and the floors were going to be refinished while we were gone. The only safe place for you (well since grandma wouldn't take you) was at the local cat resort."

"Camping???? Did you see any bears?"

"Yes, a bear came through our camp last Tuesday night."

"Did you see any Vishus Deer??????"

"Yes, I saw lots of deer."

"Oh, did you kill the Vishus Deer????????"

"No, Skittles, why would I kill a deer?"


This house stinks, in more ways than one. I'm going outside for some fresh air.

Recap: my pet human shoves me in a prison box, takes me to a concentration camp, acts nonchalant when I break free, AND she didn't shoot the vishus deer.

Maybe she's a traitor, maybe she works for Obama or McCain. Or, or,....................or!!!!!!!

OMG! Maybe she works for Cheysuli! After all, Derby has continued to check out my site, and occasionally comments.

MY PET WORKS FOR CHEY??????

OH MY COD!

Skittles, The Huntress

15 comments:

Sophia said...

Floor refinishing sounds a lot worse than carpet cleaning.

Fred said...

Wow..such an intriguing story!

My three cats never made it to help, either. They called from a kitty spa they found along the way and didn't want to leave.

Zippy, Sadie and Speedy said...

Ugh, floor refinishing...my beans did dat once and it stunk in here. Dad has since gouged the floor and angered mom...she keeps a box of stuff over the mark cuz looking at it makes her feel like smacking him. Why would yoor gramma not take you? She loves yoo.

Kimo and Sabi said...

WOWY - that wuz just as exciting as da season premiere of "Prison Break!"

Gandalf and Grayson said...

Wow. You really are a brave kitty to manage to get out and home all on your own, Skittles!

Parker said...

Wow, what a week!

Whicky Wuudler said...

Gosh Skittles! That was a terrible ordeal for you, but I'm glad you escaped safely and are now home (even if it does smell bad)

PB 'n J said...

What a week Skittles! We're glad you're back safe and sound. But you might want to keep an eye on that Pet of yours!

The Meezers said...

and just WHY wouldn't your gramma take you? she used to take you all the time - to the point that you wanted to live with her! has she turned traitor on you too?

Anonymous said...

Hello, my name is Tim. I am the director of kitty activities at the Cabrillo Pet Care Center. It perplexes me to no end that Ms. Skittles feels that our luxurious spa and day care center is like a prison to her. Her room included a pent house view of the back patio, where the outside world moved along while she watched safely from the inside snacking on feline Greenies and Seafood Temtations. A typical day for Skittles included a morining maid service, a fresh litter box, something delicious from our menu and A.M. massage from Lindsay the "prison guard".
I hope Skittles will eventually confess that she was convicted of no crime and therefore not sentenced to prison. And that her pet drove her to the best pet resort and boarding facility in San Diego. Her wild imagination makes for a great story, but the truth is that she had a great time and was treated with respect and dignity.

The Island Cats said...

Skittles! We are so glad you have been set free!!!

Wally, Ernie & Zoey

pee ess. the floors look great!

Tenny said...

Sounds like yur captors are giving thare spin to the meedia. I do not dowt yur account of the ordeel. (But I gotta say the daily massagis sounds pritty sweet.)

Derby said...

Stranger things have happened Skittles. I have your mum under my paw, yes I do.

TheSlyCat said...

Skittles, I'm so glad that you are alright, the troops and I got lost somewhere in Idaho I think. I'm glad that your pet is back, although we will have to find out who she is working for. I think we need to recruit that Palin woman to hunt down the vishus deers, she is appartently good at killing large smelly beasts like mooses. Anyway, I'm glad you're home and safe! I wish our floors were refinished, then I could slide around on them:) Have a great week!
<3Sly

The Crew said...

Skittles...thank Bast you managed to escape and are safely home again.