by tess
Apparently my invitation got lost in the mail. What invitation? Oh, you know, the invitation to the party thrown AT MY HOUSE.
In my own room.
While I was sleeping.
When I went to bed everything was normal. But as I staggered kitchenward this morning to feed The Hell Hounds, I stumbled over a terry cloth visor, walked across two bucket hats, stepped on a baseball cap, and kicked a Britney Spears cowboy hat. Then bent over to retrieve the gnawed remains of a tiny reptile.
We got us a crime scene! Quick! Get the yellow police barricade tape!
My CSI-honed investigative skills indicate that at some point between 11:16 PM and 4:24 AM, there was a Cat in the Hat party not three feet from my prone body. Early forensics evidence suggests that one of the guests (Peoples Exhibit A: the aforementioned lizard) arrived at the soiree not realizing that he was the intended entrée.
It is unknown in my preliminary investigation whether the cats wore their hats before, during, or after the arrival and subsequent dismemberment of their guest, one Gordy de’Gecko.
Questioning the hat-wearing suspects has proven challenging as they refuse to comment without their lawyer, a Ms. Julie Newmar, Esquire, of the firm Morris, Boots, Garfield, and Cheshire.
Further information will be provided as evidence is still being collected and examined.
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