Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Finely honed Spawnkitty senses

On this spring afternoon, I had taken over my pet's lap while she knit and become lost in a nap. My lethal claws curled up harmlessly while I ravaged wild monkeys in my sleep, my tail twitching with each kill. Then, on my Spawnkitty sense, I heard it. The bzzzzz bzzzz of the deadly Northern Canadian Fly! The yumoos were shamefully unaware of the danger they were in. A fly in the eye is no laughing matter. I sprang my pets lap without stretching and ran straight for the fireplace. There, Chuck and I cornered the fly onto the windowsill, so others of its kind could witness the carnage and know not to mess with us. With one slap, Chuck stunned the fly, who had no time to register the orange fuzzy Spawnkitty paw before it hit him, and with three assured Spawnkitty bites, I ate it. A well orchaestrated effort resulting in a fast, merciful kill, for we are Spawnkitties! A successful afternoon. Now, back to those wild monkeys.


Blogger The Bears said...

We witnessed the kitty fierceness with our own eyes. It was very impressoo, Spike and Chuck!

*much nodding of Bears*

OK Bye
Noel "Snowflake" Chompsky

4:31 p.m.  
Blogger The Bears said...

And very macho, too!

OK Kisses
Daphne Rose

4:31 p.m.  
Blogger Jenn said...

Wow, and I didn't even know my home had been so threatened while I was here at work!


5:28 p.m.  
Blogger Podgy said...

Good job Spike and Chuck! We have been busy protecting our people from the menace of the Ladybug, and the terror of the Spider.

~Sabre, Callie and Nova

8:05 a.m.  
Blogger Helen said...

You'd love our conservatory, Spike and Chuck. When the weather is nice/warmish, we open the doors to let the fresh air in - and all the flies, wasps, bees...

Then they get tired of buzzing and not finding the door out again, and die of exhaustion or the heat. Then we find them on the windowsills, the floor, the table...

You'd have fun!

7:26 a.m.  

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