Bumble's Halloween Encounter with… El Chupacabra!
Halloween is a rough time of year to be a black cat. Mommy and Daddy insist that I stay inside because people get weird around black cats this time of year. Something about M-80′s. Bumble is not fond of captivity. Two years ago, Bumble escaped on Halloween night only to regret his insolence.
It was a dark and stormy night. Actually, it was unseasonably warm. Some children came to the door begging for candy, and Bumble bolted. Mommy screamed, but Bumble kept his head down and ran for sweet freedom. He had been locked in the house for days. The night was relatively uneventful until about midnight. Bumble spent the early evening howling at children and generally trying to look spooky. Around midnight, Bumble heard a rustling in some leaves behind him. Glancing back he saw what can only be described as the unholy goat sucking Chupacabra.
Bumble did what any upstanding militant black panther cat would do. He shrieked like a kitten, and scampered up the nearest tree. Bumble must have been 25 feet in the air before he turned and looked back. El Chupacabra sniffed at the base of the tree and growled. Bumble threw back his ears and yelled “Death to you stupid Chupacabra!”. After a moment it skulked off into the darkness. Bumble was safe.
Little help!
Unfortunately, Bumble had not really plotted an exit strategy. Bumble tried to back down slowly, but only got a foot or so before reconsidering. Safe from the devil’s dog, Bumble was now stuck in a tree on Halloween. Bumble did what any good militant black Persian cat would do. He howled at the moon.
It was at least an hour before Bumble heard Daddy calling him from the road. Stupid human tried to get Bumble to jump for it. No sir. After much cursing, Daddy returned with Mommy and an extension ladder. As grateful as Bumble was to be rescued, Bumble still felt it necessary to scratch and hiss. Nevertheless, Bumble was eventually returned to home around 2 am.
The Chubacabra was long gone. Some say there is no such thing. Bumble knows differently. He has seen the infidel dog-beast face to face. Only something as terrifying the Chupacabra could account for Bumble treeing himself on Halloween night. This year Bumble plans to redeem himself. Bumble will wait up all night on the deck for the beast to return. This time there will be no running. Bumble is not a kitten now. He is the fiercest alpha predator of the yard! Bring it on Chupacabra! Bumble will drag your corpse onto television and end the debate once and for all!
Editors Note (From Daddy).
Two years ago Bumble did indeed run away on Halloween night. At about midnight, I realized he was still outside. Given that people do mess with black cats, I grabbed a flashlight and went looking for him. As I called to him, he responded with a terribly pathetic cry for help. He wailed and wailed until I climbed a ladder to rescue him. There is nothing quite like walking down the road late on Halloween carrying an extension ladder and a black cat. I have no idea what scared him up the tree. I suspect it was a 6 year old with a glow stick. The next day he came up with the Chupacabra story after seeing an episode of Monsterquest.
IT WAS A CHUPACABRA DAMNIT!
didn’t you hear Bumble, the chupacabra was found dead in Texas. All that will be scaring you up tree’s tihs saturday will be kids with glowsticks
It had an accent! It was probably a migratory chupacabra!
Ah El Chupacabra is no joke Mr. Cat! Jorge’s papi was taken by a Chupacabra!
Perhaps is was an African Swallow?