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The Terror |
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I don't really know why I chose this background.. I think because it looks evil to me and trust me she is evil.. i refuse to let anyone fight me on this.. ask anyone who has slept at my house about this... |
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Name: KiKi.. which is pronounced kitty kitty really fast.. she is possibly called this because saying the T's got to be too hard.. and I couldn't think of a more original name. |
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Look at the evil look, look at those eyes |
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The other day the cat was obsessed with this lit candle and I kept batting her away hoping she'd get the hint.. well the phone rang and I wasn't paying attention so she was alone.. a little while later she started attacking me and I grabbed her because I thought she had a piece of fuzz on her whiskers but I couldn't pull it off. When I looked closer her white whiskers were blackened and curled at the ends!! Stupid KiKi had stuck her face in the flame.. So half of her whiskers are crispy burnt.. moron.. serves her right.. I laughed and she got more mad at me.. |
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KiKi was born a little orphan baby on my parents' farm.. So she got the privilege of moving in with me to Oxford St. , in my apartment above the nun.. stupid nun.. anyways.. She quickly became a terror as they all do and attacked me in my sleep. She also acquired the wierd trait of having to suck on my earlobes when I'm sleeping.. We also have this thing where we play tag.. She chases me and then I turn around and chase her.. Yes we are cool.. Except at the end she attacks me violently so I wonder if she even likes the game... |
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She sounds like fun right?? Well when she acquired the trait of breaking anything glass I had in the apartment she became a lot less fun.. It's not much fun cleaning up glass at four in the morning so in my dazed morning routine I don't cut myself on the shatters of a glass vase all over my living room floor.. Or finding out my Canada shot glass collection is slowly diminishing down.. Or realizing she broke a Christmas gift from my best friend.. Death was imminent for her. but I stopped myself and no longer have anything glass anywhere.. |
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Also if you've ever had the privilege of staying at my house.. she finds in quite funny to scratch the sides of her litter box all night long just for torture's sake.. Also she enjoys finding the loudest little thing to bat around the lino floor all night long as well.. So you wanna stay over ? |
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