Before I start, my pal, Max, could use some good vibes. He is waiting for tests to come back from the V-E-T to find out what is wrong with him. Please visit and wish him well.
Now, as several alert readers observed, I was left totally stranded yesterday with nobody to help me. I did manage to finally extricate myself from that most awkward position and am now suffering most grievously from a sore neck.
To make matters worse, the Lacie Beast stopped by to nurse momma back to health. I suspect that just the site of her scared all the cooties away. EEEEK!
But now I will share with you how I am being tortured for no good reason.
Possibly the people have caught some kind of madness due to extreme heat frustration.
Because when I arose from my morning slumbers, my patio had been moved on top of my observation deck!
Worse still, the stairs leading to my yard were GONE!
Fortunately, with Pee-Wee's assistance, I was able to locate them and make my way down to go about my business.
But to my complete horror, when I went to go back up, a force field had appeared on the stairs!
Yes, my friends, the Mango was trapped! How to get back inside? What will become of me?
Pee-Wee was not bothered as he rarely uses the stairs to go up...
But I, Mango, am not some airborne dirigible. I must have stairs.
And so I began my harrowing journey to penetrate the evil force field. I have made a documentary. I warn you that it is quite disturbing, but I must share it as this could happen to YOU!
View at your own risk by clicking here.
To my chagrin, in my quest to conquer the stairs, I neglected to complete my toilet and once again found myself TRAPPED!
Oh save me!
Mango Man! Oh yeah!