Damn those demons to hell

Jumbo woke me up at 3am licking my face.  The demons attacked from 3am to 4:30pm.   Wow - what a day.  I can't even put it all into words.   I felt like I was playing racquetball with all the bastards, but I won.  It was actually exhilarating but left me breathless and with an achey back.  I called Russell and told him to come over so I can tell him all the details.  It's just too much to put down here, but I may try later tonight. Jumbo is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO happy to be here with me.  He's already checked out most of the rooms and the people on the third floor, figured out how to roll down my windows in the car (little bastard almost escaped when I grabbed him from Victor's house and headed over here), and won't get off my lap.  If he wants a hug he bites the crap out of my ankle - and I mean he's making my ankle bleed....I've been having to carry the grumpy guy around like a baby - maybe I should go get one of those baby slings from Target that you can strap across your shoulders so you don't have to use your arms to carry the dead weight....and I do mean DEAD.  He totally collapses into my arms.  He's so starved for touch and companionship - just like me.  I really was sure Victor would have eventually killed Jumbo just like he killed my calico cat Chelsea (and get this, he blames Chelsea's death on me because I didn't move back HOME quick enough......what a satan worshiper - hope he goes to hell or at least experiences hell on earth before he gets saved....he's not saved now and he knows it.....everyone knows it...Bastard never deserved all the blessings he got through me).