Lamont Diaries continued
June 9, 2012
I Fear Lamont may be Possessed by Satan.
Having just returned from a walk in the park on a hot and muggy Saturday, where Lamont appeared to think life was grand, we returned and I reposed prone soaking in the air con reading the New Yorker.
Out of corner of my left eye, by my side, lay Lamont. My pal, Lamont, appears to be a bit of an attention whore. He had his head resting on his paws staring at me.
This is when Satan seems to have taken control. Lamont fixed his gaze, slowly arching his back and rising up as if he was a large jungle feline, into a full attack and pounce mode. Suddenly, his entire body jolted vertically a full foot in the air and then propelled itself forward seizing, disabling, and sucking the life out of the New Yorker, which was now the only thing protecting my face and eyes from his teeth and claws.
Lamont when he is not possessed by Satan
Lamont then emitted a high pitched canine cackle, rolled over on his back against my head and neck, rolled his eyes up toward the back of his head, and went stiff and mute.
Then he opened his eyes and looked at me as if all was normal.
I would swear I saw him wink. I must remember to get pet insurance. ■