And the SCARY Saga Of Vacula the Vicious... the TWO TONGUED DEVIL of BLOGVILLE.... Continues...
Vacula the Vicious
I tried to hide my face. My tail was tucked in tight. Every muscle in my body was tight when I heard the struggle begin. Mom was saying those words that she always says when she is doing battle with Vacula. They are very powerful words even though they don’t have very many letters in them. They are words that I am never allowed to use. I think that’s because they are only for very much bad occasions. Vacula is trying to drown her out with his ghastly sounds.
As horrible as this is, I know it is about to get worse. Vacula is always able to get the upper claw on mom, at least for a while. I know that any moment now, he is going to make a break for it. He wants to come up here and get behind my ‘cliner and GET ME. My heart is hammering. Deep in my little chest it is saying, “COMING, COMING, COMING.”
They are on the landing. I think they must have declared a cease struggle. It’s the calm before the war continues. Mom grabs Vacula’s leash. She tries to keep him tied up so he can’t get away from her, and AT me. It never works like it should though. Instead of doing what she does with MY leash, she just sticks the end into that thing in the wall. I want to howl at her, “That never works. You need to tie it to something really big and heavy. That is what you do when you don’t want me to move away. Tie it, mom. Tie it short. Tie it TIGHT.”, but I’m too afraid to whine, let alone howl. It’s the exact same thing every few days. Vacula is not only mean and vicious, he’s STRONG. He’s going to pull that thing out. He always does. Danger and fear are about to drive me to run from the room like the HOUNDS OF HELL are nipping at my tail.