Invasion of the Sock Monkeys

It was just another morning, and Fluffikins, Mr. Jingles, and Poof-Poof were waking up as usual to greet the new day. But something seemed out of place. Fluffikins sensed it first: That vague, gnawing feeling that something was different about one of them. She couldn’t put her finger on it at the time, but by the time she would piece together the horrific details, it would already be… too late.


Don’t tell me how it ends, Michelle P.

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7 thoughts on “Invasion of the Sock Monkeys

  1. murkle46 February 24, 2016 / 8:58 am

    • Murray February 24, 2016 / 1:22 pm

      This is fantastic!

    • Catwhisperer February 24, 2016 / 1:25 pm

      Ha Ha will want to eat the face off first, I’m guessing!

  2. Michelle P February 24, 2016 / 9:09 am

    My babies! (I miss the two real ones so much… but I still have the invading sock monkey)

    LOVE the story you wrote to go with the pic, NTMTOM. Very suspenseful. :-O

  3. Gigi_the cat lady February 24, 2016 / 9:26 am

    They’re here already! You’re next! You’re next!”

  4. hilz February 24, 2016 / 10:24 am


  5. Kay Fabe February 24, 2016 / 11:38 am

    Mr. Jingles remained blissfully oblivious. He would be first, as per horror movie rules.

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