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Look at my belly...my innocent belly...yesss...yesss...I
would never do such a thing....not me... (SOHC recommends the
"belly hypnosis" to calm our infuriated slaves in times of need)
You
come in my house, I'ma sing you a song here,
human! |
What makes Kneaders so mean?
My given name is Kneaders, but my slaves like to call me
"terrorist" and "bully" as well as mention, in
hushed tones, that I suffer from "short man syndrome" ~
whatever that means (it can't be related to the fact that my legs
are only a couple of inches long). I hiss in their general
direction!! Before I overtook my current domain, I lived in my
human slaves' cellar for a week, in the dark, surviving on nothing
but crickets, spiders, and my own jungle instincts before my so
called humans discovered me. That should have given them a warning
of my inherent fierceness! Then they tried to give me away but,
like a cold sore, I kept coming back.
See, I don't give up, I am ruthless! Please understand, Mean
Kitty, that I was brought into this domicile for the sole and
explicit purpose of gaining complete domination and control over
the 3 kitties and 2 large dogs that already lived here in relative
peace. Suffice it to say that in short time, I mastered the lesser
beasts (dogs) and keep the other cats guessing. The dogs each
weigh 80+ pounds, but you will be devilishly pleased to know that
they won't meet my eye, or cross too closely in front of me to get
where they want to go. My slaves get very upset with me,
particularly when I run at full kilter from the front of the house
all the way to the back just to hiss, spit and swat at the dogs.
They have likened me to a Tasmanian Devil. Well, Mean Kitty, I
know you understand that someone must keep those imbeciles in
line. As for the other cats, when the slaves are home I only
torment the cat I call "the fat one" and I avoid
punishment by affecting the pose shown of me in the attached
picture (note the innocent smile on my face). Slaves are so
stupid. When I do this, they always say "look at the little
bastid. He can be so cute, we can't stay mad at him." When
the house is devoid of humans, however, I can tell you it's an
entirely different matter. The only other cat I can truly tolerate
is Tori and it is only that I live in fear of and have the utmost
respect for her psychosis and razor sharp claws. It is with the
above in mind that I respectfully submit myself to you for
consideration for inclusion in your exclusive social circle.
Photo submitted by: Beth
Date last updated: 10/25/05
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