I had a rude awakening today.

Here I was, relaxing with a nice nap, all the while dreaming that my ratty lunch was climbing up my paw as though it was Mt. Himalaya ( probably Mr. Rat thinks he would be awarded a Datukship if he reaches the summit ) and I could not do anything about it as today is the first day of their year, when WHAM, BANG, THE LIGHTNING CRASHED! Oh all right, I exaggerated slightly. It was a loud, and I mean l-o-u-d chorus of soprano and alto woofing, without the aid of a woofer and speakers. I hid upstairs. What else could a geisha do? Fight like the yakuza?

Then, before you know it, these two.........two.........two Martians had the gall to invade my private sanctuary and show their mugs right before my eyes. I had the shock of my life. I scooted off. But I still shudder when I recall their faces.

Shudder.....shudder.......shudder.........

Oh well, back to my nap.