Fear My Fierce Umbrella

9:21 AM
I've been thinking about death. In the old folk's home, people died left and right. I got more invitations to funerals than I got bills. Personally, I think the nurses were putting poison in the IVs so that they could shift the people out as fast as they could and make room for more nearly-not-alive bodies. And then they push those people off the edge of the living...and so on and so forth.
I don't have an IV. No matter now; I'm more likely to get shot than poisoned around here.

9:25 AM
If any one tries to shoot me, I'll savage them with my umbrella.

9:26 AM
And my dentures.

9:28 AM
But what if I die? Who will take care of my cats?!

9:30 AM
Perhaps Macy would do it? Oh, here she comes, perhaps I should ask her... She's talking to herself a bit. Well, there's no harm in that, I do that all the time, muttering when I can't find my glasses and such...
"They'll call. I know they'll call. My friends from the sky are just a bit busy. They'll call," is what she's saying.

9:38 AM
I'd better find someone else to feed the cats.

9:45 AM
I might get shot at.

9:50 AM
We're all going to be murdered in our beds.