Today I participated in a writing contest for which the prompt was to write about a photo I'd taken. It was no sweat deciding to use a photo of Rupert because he is such a camera ham and I have hundreds if not thousands of pictures of the little orange beastie. He lays on his back more than any other cat I've known and can stand upright for shockingly long periods of time. Anyway, my entry in the contest is the story of his valiant defense of my apartment.

Zombie Catpocalypse and the Fern of Doom