When Tiger Werewolf Monkeys Find You

Last night started out like any other Sunday night. My family and I sat around reading, writing, and doing other things on various laptops and computers. I was posting things to Facebook and writing to my friends.....

I was getting ready to close out my netbook to go to bed when I heard a noise.....

It was a terrible sound and that is when I realized the tiger werewolf monkeys had found our house.....

I hate tiger werewolf monkeys. They are mean. They destroy things. They make faces at you and won't stop, even if you cry. I knew I had to take action before they got into the house. There was no time to waste on hesitation. The choice was clear. I had to bring out.......my bishious! For those of you who don't have a bishious or don't know what a bishious is, I will explain. As I have often said, bishious is vicious, only grittier. It is in part a state of mind but in its highest form, it is a perfect union between keen mental clarity and a warrior's physical perfection. With my bishious cocked and ready to go, I sprung into action......

I was a blur of bishiousness. Fur flew like arrows shot into the night. My paws were like weapons forged from steel and honed to a razor's edge. I was unstoppable! At one point, my bishious was SO bishious, I almost lost control of it.

But I didn't. Warriors of perfection never truly lose control of their bishious. My auntie checked and it turns out, it wasn't tiger werewolf monkeys after all. It was just two cats fighting in our front yard. But a warrior can never be too careful....not with tiger werewolf monkeys around. With my mommy safe once again, the warrior in me could rest once more; ever ready to make an appearance again if the need arises.