Made By Smree

It all began like any other morning.  I grabbed a bottle of water from the shelf in the fridge, tossed it into my bag, and headed out the door to work. I gave no special thought to the water bottle, until I arrived at the office and decided to take a drink.  As soon as I pulled the bottle from the bag I knew something was amiss.  Water is not hard. This bottle was.  The entire bottle was nearly frozen solid. It must have been cold in the fridge! I shrugged it off, deciding that it would melt soon enough, and decided to open it anyway for a sip. I twisted the cap, as per the usual bottle opening methods, and was promptly rewarded with a shower of ice cold water across my lap. The floor got a bit wet too, but I must confess I was more concerned with the cold spray that had gotten on ME. I will not even begin to divulge the sounds I may or may not have emitted at this event.  At any rate, I swiftly recovered, and decided to stick the bottle ...

I cleaned out some of my old emails today. In the process of doing that, I came across an email I had saved called 'Why I will die alone with 57 cats'. It was dated from February of this year, and contained three images which I had used to tell a crazy story via text message to one of my friends.  This is that story. (Well, sort of. I'm going to update it a bit as I've probably forgotten what I said originally, but the plot will be the same.) Once upon a Thursday, as I got into my car to leave work, I discovered there was a little ball of fluff underneath my seat. I paid it no mind, of course, because it was merely a ball of fluff. Imagine my surprise when I realized that this was no ordinary fluff ball. This one was a menacing, nasty, evil, serial killer fluff ball.  And it was out to get me.  As soon as I was able, I sent off a message to one of my closest friends, informing her of what was happening. She laughed! Can you believe it?! She laughed at...