Wednesday, December 21, 2005
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While still in a coma, Secret Attack Squirrel lucked out on Monday: Waste Management's Glad-bag Munching Monster Machine was still a week away when he fell out of his tree and then lie dormant (ie knocked senseless) in the street for several hours. But luck is not perfect: blind-sided, struck & run over (repeatedly) by a speeding skateboard outfitted with snow plow and chains, Secret Attack Squirrel's brain was further scambled--this brutal hit & run assault also inflicted additional injuries which requred nineteen stitches in ten-pound test fishing line, six yards of (slightly used) gauze and a roll of duct tape pilfered from a negligent plumber's open van...t'was a display of "battlefield surgery" at its finest!
But that was just the begining: Secret Attack Squrrel was next spirited away by a not-so-friendly foe---Black Jack Brisco, a one-eyed cat with a broken tail (broken in two places) and suffering with a terminal case of mange---had just dragged Secret Attack Squirrel out of traffic (with dark designs in his heart) when a fortuitous attack of the itchies distracted him just long enough for our 4-legged super-hero to stagger away and then (sort-of) bolt up an old sailor's wooden leg (understandably mistaking it for a regally-robed tree) where-as the sailer hurled Secret Attack Squirrel to the relative safety of a near-by shed's tin roof just two blocks away.
Think Secret Attack Squirrel was out of the woods?...
But wait, there's more!
Hot on Attack Squirrel's scent, Black Jack went ripping up the sailor's other leg---ie the GOOD leg, the one with feelings in it---and instantly found himself passing birds in flight...he studied them closely, albeit with only one eye, hoping to gain some really-quick insight on mid-air steerage, navigation and safe landing proceedures...it was a fell day for both when Black Jack augered straight into Secret Attack Squirrel, intermingled his matted and scarce cat-fur & raw skin with the exposed, sticky goo on a loose flap of duct tape, and then all hell broke loose.
Secret Attack Squirrel and Black Jack Brisco were last seen embroiled in energetic negotiations concerning an immediate (and mutually desired) separation but wonder of wonders, it appeared that their activities actually had the unexpected effect of actually drawing them closer together!
What happened next is unclear at this time.
Mews at 11:00
While still in a coma, Secret Attack Squirrel lucked out on Monday: Waste Management's Glad-bag Munching Monster Machine was still a week away when he fell out of his tree and then lie dormant (ie knocked senseless) in the street for several hours. But luck is not perfect: blind-sided, struck & run over (repeatedly) by a speeding skateboard outfitted with snow plow and chains, Secret Attack Squirrel's brain was further scambled--this brutal hit & run assault also inflicted additional injuries which requred nineteen stitches in ten-pound test fishing line, six yards of (slightly used) gauze and a roll of duct tape pilfered from a negligent plumber's open van...t'was a display of "battlefield surgery" at its finest!
But that was just the begining: Secret Attack Squrrel was next spirited away by a not-so-friendly foe---Black Jack Brisco, a one-eyed cat with a broken tail (broken in two places) and suffering with a terminal case of mange---had just dragged Secret Attack Squirrel out of traffic (with dark designs in his heart) when a fortuitous attack of the itchies distracted him just long enough for our 4-legged super-hero to stagger away and then (sort-of) bolt up an old sailor's wooden leg (understandably mistaking it for a regally-robed tree) where-as the sailer hurled Secret Attack Squirrel to the relative safety of a near-by shed's tin roof just two blocks away.
Think Secret Attack Squirrel was out of the woods?...
But wait, there's more!
Hot on Attack Squirrel's scent, Black Jack went ripping up the sailor's other leg---ie the GOOD leg, the one with feelings in it---and instantly found himself passing birds in flight...he studied them closely, albeit with only one eye, hoping to gain some really-quick insight on mid-air steerage, navigation and safe landing proceedures...it was a fell day for both when Black Jack augered straight into Secret Attack Squirrel, intermingled his matted and scarce cat-fur & raw skin with the exposed, sticky goo on a loose flap of duct tape, and then all hell broke loose.
Secret Attack Squirrel and Black Jack Brisco were last seen embroiled in energetic negotiations concerning an immediate (and mutually desired) separation but wonder of wonders, it appeared that their activities actually had the unexpected effect of actually drawing them closer together!
What happened next is unclear at this time.
Mews at 11:00
# posted by call me crazy @ 4:58 AM 
