On Friday I was supposed to host a kitten for a week.
I discussed the matter with the decision maker of my mansion – Master Alf. I had his blessing so I though the problem is solved and it will all work out smooth as a breeze.
What I didn’t calculate was that according to cat hierarchy, the oldest & wisest tomcat is not the head of the clan, but the strongest and fittest.
So when I brought the poor sweet kitten home, my wise Alf said “whatever”, Blondie said “how cute”, but my black evil creature said loud and clear “HELL NO!”
And when we all tried to protest, he became crystal clear by attacking the little sweetie. You cannot imagine a cat protecting its territory: it grows 3 times bigger – like a feline Hulk! The fact that it’s black doesn’t help either!
The sounds emitted seem to arrive directly from the deepest guts of Hell. We barely pulled her away from his ferocious fangs and moved her away as fast and far as possible.
For the entire weekend we were all shook up by the scene. We all kept away from the beast – no matter how harmless he looked when the threat was removed.
Nobody buys his act any longer!
