
Good for the bowels...eh?

Fluff
Mon Dec 06, 2010 7:48 pm Post
Wock wrote:Angry Fluffy
Mon Dec 06, 2010 8:54 pm Post
Sweetthing, perish the thought! Fluff's not mad at Cady. Fluff likes CadyCady wrote:Fluff is mad at me![]()
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Ah, 'tis the fair Katherine. I see you've met my in-laws. I avoid them like the plaguekewms wrote:These guys seem like they could be friends of Fluff.
Wed Jan 19, 2011 2:50 pm Post
Wed Jan 19, 2011 7:31 pm Post
Thu Jan 20, 2011 8:38 pm Post
druid wrote:Everyone knows that cats will not speak English.
Fri Jan 21, 2011 5:29 pm Post
Mon Jan 24, 2011 10:52 pm Post
druid wrote:Everyone knows that cats will not speak English.
What's required for owners is to learn Cat.
A language of gestures, grimaces, and glances.
In our experience, it takes about 10-12 years per feline.
Cat wrote:The Cat's Diary
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...
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