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Monday, August 24, 2015

MIDNIGHT CALLER






 Midnight here -- Food Guy's new roommate.

So there I was at the Witching Hour with all the lights blazing 

since Food Guy was out on one of his blood runs --

I think he is a delivery guy for vampires --

 but, hey, I am NOT asking!  I take being a scaredy cat very seriously.

I was sitting on his little computer table in the Food Treasury of this place, 

trying not to see the DVD of THE MUMMY behind me ...

when a really creepy voice intoned,

"Life has never interested me so much as the escape from life."


Aw, jeez.  

It was that Lovecraft ghost again, but I worked up the spit to say, "Well, how is that working out for you?"


"Do you wish to find out for yourself, little feline?"

I ducked behind Food Guy's autographed poster of THOR and yowled, 

"Don't make me have this guy with the hammer get all Asgard on your butt!"


He chuckled like the ghost he was, 

"Madness rides the star-wind... claws and teeth sharpened on centuries of corpses... dripping death astride a bacchanale of bats from night-black ruins of buried temples of Belial."

I managed to get out, "Aren't you late for a hot date with Cthulhu or something?" 

Another ghost strolled through the front door, "Now, H.P., leave the little fella alone."

I heaved a sigh of relief.  It was good old Mark Twain.  

He loved cats, and at the moment, I loved him back ... even though he insisted on calling me Bambino!






Mark tugged on Lovecraft, and the two of them flowed through the front door out into the night.  

I shook my furry head.  Being scared out of two of my nine lives sure had taken it out of me.

I decided to do what I do second best until Food Guy stumbled through the front door himself.


13 comments:

  1. Mr Hemingway is another of food guy's visitors who would always support you. And protect you.

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    1. You bet! Old Hemingway would have literally boxed HP's ears, wouldn't he? But he was probably off riding with Food Guy delivering blood.

      Thanks for visiting Food Guy's 'Puter Journal. :-)

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  2. Oh lucky protected and loved one - food guy will always return as soon as those bloody deliveries allow .. take care Roland and lovely photos - cheers Hilary

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    1. It was an exhausting night for me, but Midnight insisted on telling me of his adventures anyway!

      Glad you liked the pictures. :-)

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  3. Such a cute kitty! My kitties would send greetings but they are busy in the kitchen plotting to tip the garbage can over.

    Lovely blog post.

    Nissa
    http;//myantimatterlife.wordpress.com

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    1. Sounds like Midnight! I'm glad you liked Midnight's nocturnal adventure. I'm leaving to visit you now.

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    2. Midnight would probably lend a paw to their efforts if he could! In fact, he is currently demanding his perch back. :-)

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  4. Wow that must have scared Midnight to take two lives. Love when the old time writers speak. GO, Missouri Mark.

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    1. Not to worry -- a good snooze restored those two lives! Mark loved and loves cats. Midnight has now decided he will tolerate Mark's ghostly cigar smoke!

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  5. That was really cute. Midnight probably sees lots of interesting things at your place.

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    1. Truthfully, we'll be playing, and he will look off over my shoulder or to right/left as if spotting something alarming. He turns to look at me puzzled as if to say, "You really don't see any of this weird stuff, do you?" :-)

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  6. Haha! This was funny. And cute. Hi, Midnight!

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    1. Midnight waves his paw back in greetings, Chrys. He now wants a stunt double!! :-)

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