Here's a story

There was a cat who lived on the left side of the house. Every day its owner will put food on the right side of the house. So the cat will cross over, eat, walk back, and sleep on its cushion until the next meal.

Then one day, as the car was just about to cross over to the right side of the house to get its meal, it saw something in its way: a GIGANTIC GREEN-FACED CLOWN was standing right there, in the middle of the room, blocking the cat's path to its food tray, and staring at the cat with HUGE UNBLINKING CREEPY EYES.

The cat got scared. Ten times faster than you can blink, it ran and hid behind its cushion, cautiously watching the clown. The clown had a sick grin on its face as it rocked back and forth, taunting the cat.

The cat watched. The clown grinned, his arms spread wide in a mock goalkeeper's pose. "Alright," The cat thought to itself, "We'll see who gets starved first - the clown or I!"

First hour. The clown was not moving. Neither was the cat.

Second hour. The clown was still not moving. Cat is getting impatient.

Fourth hour. The clown still hasn't moved. Cat realized that it was getting tired. And hungry.

Sixth hour - the clown HAS NOT MOVED AN INCH! He still had the wicked grin etched across his face and his too-large eyes did not even blink as it watched the cat. The cat was getting VERY hungry.

The cat extended its claws.

Do or die.

It watched the clown, who seemed to mock its ferocious gaze.

Do or die.

The cat snarled. The clown grinned back.

Do or die.

Like a bolt of lighting, the cat had its claws sinking into the clown's face before the second hand on the clock could move twice. The cat swung another paw right at the clown's forehead-

POP!

The cat suddenly found itself standing on a deflated rubber sheet.