Wane was out cold in the closet, with a fur ball in his mouth. The cats kick him with their back legs until he was unconscious. Mr. Tom went to bed, not realizing anything.
Now Johnbo and Denise were entering the house through the back door, which was still opened for some reason, although Mr. Tom made sure it was locked before he left.
"Johnbo, look Mr. Tom forgot to close the door," said Denise as they enter the house. "Denise go look for Wane. He might be hiding somewhere in the house." replied Johnbo "Why me? It's bad enough I have to watch out for those psycho cats. Now I have to look around for Wane. If I call his name, he's not going to answer, but the cats sure will." said Denise "Really man, you afraid of a couple of stupid cats. Man up man." replied Johnbo "What the hell man, those are psycho killer cats, they're not your normal house cats." said Denise "Fine then, you take this bag out to the yard, while I go look for Wane." suggested Johnbo "Now that I'll do with no problem at all. Good luck finding Wane." said Denise then he gripped up the bag and toss it over his shoulder.
Denise headed back outside towards the backyard. Since the yards were connected, he went towards the fence to toss the bag over the fence to their yard. As he walks with the trash bag on his shoulder, he heard a purring sound. "Shit! I heard a cat," he muttered as he glanced around watching every step he made. But for some reason, he couldn't see the cat that was purring. So he continues on his way across the backyard. When again he heard purring, but this time it was more than one purr. "Oh, fuck, their psycho cats must be out here somewhere. The purring sound like more than one," he muttered stopping in the middle of the yard and looked around once again.
When suddenly two paws ripped through the plastic trash bag clawing Denise on the back of his neck. Meow! Meow! all the cats cried as they all ripped out of the plastic bag at the same time jumping onto Denise body. "Holy fuck! Johnbo, help me! Help me!" he screamed as the cat scratch his head, face, back stomach, and leg. The cats were hanging all over his body torturing Denise with scratches and bit. Denise threw himself on the ground and started to roll the cats off of him. He finally got the cats off, not looking back he began to crawl towards the fence leading to his house.
When suddenly he heard a loud bang. While Denise crawls his way out of the yard, he glances back to see where the sound came from. Then he didn't believe his eyes when six cats had opened the cellar doors. "Oh, shit! These cats are smarter then I thought." Denise said as he attempts to stand up when suddenly something knocks him back down to the ground. "Let me go!" he screamed when he saw four cats two on each foot, pulling him towards the basement doors.
"Fuck off! Let go of my legs!" he screamed while trying to kick them to free his legs. But without any success. The cats pulled him over rocks while his head bangs on the ground as they dragged him into the cellar. Draggin him down the steps until they reach the center of the cellar. it was dark and misty. "Johnbo! Dude help me!" were the last words he said when suddenly a giant fur ball was stuck into his mouth. Then the cats each had a ball of yarn and the four proceeded to run circles around Denise until he was so wrapped up in the yarn that he wasn't able to move at all.
Denise's eyes were wide open. He couldn't believe what just happen to him. "Johnbo man, I see now you don't have my back. Psycho cats got me man, where the fuck are you." he thought as he sat there tied up like a pig. When suddenly his body began to move back. "What are they doing to me now?" he thought as they dragged him across the cellar floor.
Then suddenly he heard a door slam open. Then into the cellar closet, he went. Then the door slam shut. The cellar was dark, but the closet was pitch dark. "Hell no! This isn't real." he thought as he sat tied up in the dark misty closet.
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Maria's House
AcciónA 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...