The Monster in the Basement - Part II

I’m a very brave cat.

I’m a fierce hunter.

I captured the evilest, giantest mouse ever!

No monster can stop me!

I’m the bravest cat in the world.

The bravest cat in any world.

The bravest—

That’s not true.

I’m scared.

Very, very scared.

Even scareder than when I got the itchies and Dad had to wash me.

What if the monster breaks out of the cellar? What if it tries to eat me up? What if it finishes me off and then goes after Siamesers—

Wait, that would okay...

(even scaredy cats can be evil sometimes)

But if the monster goes after Mom and Dad—

I can’t let that happen. No one eats my dad!

I’m going down there.

Hopefully this won't be my last post...

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The Monster in the Basement

There’s a monster in my basement.

It came in the night from beyond the frozen river.

There was a gust of wind, a rush of cold, cold air, and the monster crept down to the basement, because that’s where monsters live.

I can hear it howling from the other side of the door.

Someone’s going to have to go down there—before the monster comes up for us.

But not me!

I don't like monsters. Especially this monster. This is the most terriblest monster in the world. Even Thursday is hiding.

I'm going to go hide.

I'll write soon—if I can.

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Help!

Hi. Hello. Is there anyone out there?

I can’t tell, because I’m kind of hiding, just in case there are lots of you. People freak me out.

I hide a lot. This is one of my favorite hiding places:

But I’ll sneak out occasionally, just to write something. And maybe, just maybe, if you give me some time, I’ll sniff your hand and decide I like you and let you pet me under the chin.

Just don’t tell your cats about me! That’s rule #1: NO OTHER CATS ALLOWED!

I don’t like other cats. They kind of freak me out.

Okay, they more than kind of freak me out. They make me run in terror and find the bestest hiding place ever (even better than my toilet—and can’t show you, because they’d find it!) where if they come anywhere near me I can smack them in the face and hiss and burrow even deeper so they won’t ever ever ever find me.

Which brings me to my problem - I don't live alone. My house is inhabited by TWO OTHER CATS!

And not just any two other cats. The evilest, sneakiest, craziest Siamese cats in the whole wide world.

And they’re out to get me:

Thursday - The Bully

Pipkin - The Little Devil

Horrifying, aren’t they?

You can’t even begin to imagine. That’s why I need your help. I need to get rid of them.

The Siamesers have to go!