Hope everyone’s having a great Halloween! Here’s a story.
There was once a pumpkin – an evil pumpkin. It was so evil that, when passing it by, people would say, “Hey, look at that pumpkin, Jim; I bet it’s evil. Rotten to the core.”
(Everyone who passed by it did so with a man – or, in one case, a woman – named Jim.)
One day, a spider approached the pumpkin. Apparently, it was an unreasonably enormous spider.
“Pardon me, Mr. Pumpkin,” the spider began, all politeness, “but I wonder if you might tell me why it is that you are such a dastardly fellow. Do you resent that holes were carved into your face? Or perhaps that your innards were torn away to make a pie?”
The pumpkin did not respond, for it was a pumpkin, and pumpkins cannot speak in the slightest.
(“Then why can the spider talk?” I hear you asking, but I shan’t be answering…
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You do understand that more evil is inspired by people who malign cats than by the cats themselves? You’re just making us angry. :)
But their evil is what I love about them. (>^-‘)> I had one who made himself the king of the neighborhood. killed and ate the neighbor’s dog, lost a leg when already in the double digits but lived another seven years, and only died after fighting off a pair of raccoons. A great cat. (>^-‘)>
Yeah, Russell was a great cat as far as cats go.
He was one hardcore kitty.