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I have a special agent in my saliva that tenderizes the
flesh, sort of like a spider's venom.
Cry like a girl, tough guy! Especially when you notice
you're missing part of your palm from my acid saliva attack. |
What makes Schmitty so mean?
We have no idea. We rescued him from the pound, when he was 8
weeks old. He deceived us with his big ears and cute monkey-face.
We had yet to discover that we had adopted an evil, demon-succubus
spawn from hell.
Schmitty loves the taste of human flesh--especially if that
flesh isn't moving fast enough to fill his food dish. Each morning
(between 4 and 6am) he begins his daily routine of crying, fooling
us to let him in the bedroom. We are then
rewarded for our kindness by scratching, biting and sneaky
kamikazi attacks.
Although he has many expensive kitty toys,
Schmitty's favorite toy is a wadded up piece of paper. If you try
to take it away, there is definite pain and blood-loss to follow.
He even makes my big, tough boyfriend cry like a girl every time
those teeth come out.
Photo submitted by: Kathryn
Date last updated:
11/01/05
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