Wane got off of the floor, dropping the bag then heading towards the door. While he ran four cats leap over his two legs holding him still on one spot. "Guys help! Some help me!" he scared as he pulled cats off of him throwing them against the bedroom wall.
"What the fuck! I know this ass hole can hear me!" he screamed as he kicked the cats off of his legs, kicking his way out of their grip.
But then out of every crack and hole in the wall and floor, different color cats of all kind began to run out, landing on top of Wane's body. The cats sat on his, arms, legs and stomach. Wane struggle to move, but with twenty cats sitting on him, he surely wasn't going anywhere. He continued to scream then suddenly Button the gray cat with black strips leap over to the dresser and kick the iron. The iron fell off the dresser, falling down in full speed, landing right on top of Wane's head. Wane was out cold, with a big doohicky on the top of his forehead.
Then suddenly one by one the cat's circle around him, bit down on his clothes and proceeded to pull Wane's unconscious body down the hallway. Then they one cat jumped on each other back, then he turned the doorknob opening the closet door. Then they continued to drag Wane's body into the linen closet, closing the door behind him. Again one cat claimed on the others back, but this time, somehow Silver had a single key in his mouth. He placed the key into the keyhole, locking Wane inside the closet indefinitely. Wane laid there, with giant fur balls in his mouth, and his hands and legs were both tied together with some yarn.
Meanwhile, Johnbo and Denise were still outside, stuffing their bags. "Dude, you send Wane upstairs, What's taking him so long?" asked Denise "Dude, I don't know what took him so long. Maybe the cats got him. Go see if you find him." replied Johnbo "Fuck you man, you go find him. My bag is almost filled, I'll soon be out of here and in the pawnshop." replied Denise.
Then the porch light suddenly lite up. "What the fuck! Johnbo someone's coming!" Denise whispered as he headed toward the back door. "Shit, I thought you said asshole next door already feed the cats?" Johnbo replied as he tried to pick up his bag, then noticed it was too heavy for him to carry. "Dude, just leave the dame bag, we'll come back later and retrieve it," said Denise from the outside of the back entrance. "Fuck you're right," he replied running out to the yard. "Denise, Wane is still inside." said Johnbo "I'm sure if the cats didn't get him already, he saw the porch light go on and hid somewhere. We'll wait for this ass hole to feed the cats and head back home, then we'll come back for all the goods, and for Wane too of course." explained Denise as they both jumped the fence then ran into their house.
But poor Wane wasn't going anywhere. He was tied up like a ball of yarn inside the linen closet, in la- la land, tied up and unconscious.
Denise and Johnbo stood by the window, waiting to see the neighbor go back home.
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Maria's House
ActionA fifty-year-old lady must go away to visit her sick sister, two thousand miles away. She owned many, many cats. When she left she left one of the neighbors in charge of checking on then, little did he knew that they could take care of themselves...
