GoinBackToCali
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It is 5 am, literally. I usually leave Maddie and Mallory in the living room in their pen with the TV on cartoons for company. My husband turned it off tonight. This may have been a deciding factor in this incident.
I have a dressing/makeup table that has some material gathered around the bottom. Partly to look pretty, mostly so I can store junk under there and nobody can see it.
I don't have my contact's in, nor my glasses on. As I pass through the kitchen, I do notice the cat is on top of the refrigerator, but yanno, the cat is weird, so I just kinda blow it off.
I sit down to use the facilities, not turning on the light, just leaving the dim night light on, and from under the curtain rushes out this HUGE form. I scream, I mean BLOODCURDLING scream, jump up, and go to run, without pulling up my pants, and fall over, busting my head open.
Did ANYBODY come to my aid? As I mentioned before, I am scared of roaches.. well there were extra teenagers here. I hear a muffled, as if it was from under a pillow, coming from down the hall... *good gawd it's just a freakin ROACH*.
My husband is on the other end of the house, asleep, oblivious.
The moral of the story? Apparently Harlequin Dutch Rabbit's named Mallory can climb..
I have a dressing/makeup table that has some material gathered around the bottom. Partly to look pretty, mostly so I can store junk under there and nobody can see it.
I don't have my contact's in, nor my glasses on. As I pass through the kitchen, I do notice the cat is on top of the refrigerator, but yanno, the cat is weird, so I just kinda blow it off.
I sit down to use the facilities, not turning on the light, just leaving the dim night light on, and from under the curtain rushes out this HUGE form. I scream, I mean BLOODCURDLING scream, jump up, and go to run, without pulling up my pants, and fall over, busting my head open.
Did ANYBODY come to my aid? As I mentioned before, I am scared of roaches.. well there were extra teenagers here. I hear a muffled, as if it was from under a pillow, coming from down the hall... *good gawd it's just a freakin ROACH*.
My husband is on the other end of the house, asleep, oblivious.
The moral of the story? Apparently Harlequin Dutch Rabbit's named Mallory can climb..
