My cat Aithinie is forcing
to write this letter. I am at her mercy at all times except
when I am at work where I make the money to pay for her
goodies and home.Aithinie is
known to her human slaves as "The Demon, Spawn of Satan."
Quite a mouthful I know. This is the story of how Aithinie
came to live with me in Princeton, West Virginia
Satan was growing bored down in (well
you know) and decided that he wanted to go topside for a few
hours. Not really giving any thought to the form he was
assuming, he became a tomcat. Satan planned his surfacing
poorly and ended up in the woods of SW Virginia. In his
tomcat form he couldn't help but notice a female cat in
heat, and the rest was nature. Thus, the spawning of
Aithinie. One day I happened upon this ad for kittens and I
just had to have one (I still say it was a compulsion
spell...OWWWW! Back to the story). I made the trip across
state lines and I saw that there was a black runt that was a
female. I thought it was the perfect match.
It was for Aithinie. She has claimed
many human slaves, but tells me that I have the honor of
calling myself the head of them. (As if cleaning the
litterbox is an honor..Owww!) Aithinie is now over a year
old and well established in her mansion where there is only
one thing wrong and that is her arch enemy the degu Sean.
Aithinie told me to state for the record, that it's all my
fault. Sean when let out of the cage to roam certain rooms
tends to chase Aithinie around for hours in a very
ungentlemanly like manner, but of course my mistress says,
"What can you expect from a filthy rodent whose idea of a
bath is rolling around in sand?"
That is the story of Aithinie and she
tells me the typing is done, it's time to prepare her royal
meal.