Another goofy story from my kid-dom or kiddumb...whatever.
As a kid, I hated vampire movies. They scared me to death and gave me nightmares.
We had two siamese cats. We named our cats after baking companies. No...I don't know why...but their names were Pillsbury and Betty Crocker. Yes, there was a Duncan Hines too, but he wasn't a Siamese. He belonged to Grandma and Grandpa who lived downstairs.
What do our pets and vampires have in common...besides possibly being part of the plot in a Stephen King novel? Well, one night I did a bad thing. I watched one of those Christopher Lee vampire movies and went to bed. Betty Crocker was still a kitten and slept in my room. I had just gotten to sleep, and Christopher Lee was stalking me through my dreams. I was without a cross, garlic, or a wooden stake. During this nightmarish moment, Betty Crocker the kitten apparently wanted to curl up next to me and clumsily jumped on the bed near my head. One of her front paws, searching for some grip to hang on, found my neck.
Cat claws...neck...vampire nightmare. Bad timing. I needed a quick trip to the bathroom. I will never ever be a fan of brooding vampires.
As a kid, I hated vampire movies. They scared me to death and gave me nightmares.
We had two siamese cats. We named our cats after baking companies. No...I don't know why...but their names were Pillsbury and Betty Crocker. Yes, there was a Duncan Hines too, but he wasn't a Siamese. He belonged to Grandma and Grandpa who lived downstairs.
What do our pets and vampires have in common...besides possibly being part of the plot in a Stephen King novel? Well, one night I did a bad thing. I watched one of those Christopher Lee vampire movies and went to bed. Betty Crocker was still a kitten and slept in my room. I had just gotten to sleep, and Christopher Lee was stalking me through my dreams. I was without a cross, garlic, or a wooden stake. During this nightmarish moment, Betty Crocker the kitten apparently wanted to curl up next to me and clumsily jumped on the bed near my head. One of her front paws, searching for some grip to hang on, found my neck.
Cat claws...neck...vampire nightmare. Bad timing. I needed a quick trip to the bathroom. I will never ever be a fan of brooding vampires.