Then we happened upon the guinea pigs. They were going about their business, when LO! Ruth espied one with the same markings as Mimcat! This rodent queen of pain shot out of a tube, like a squeaky rocket, and proceeded to jump on another pig, and beat the tar out of it, all for the sake of a lettuce leaf.
|I'm going to cut you now.|
I played the Star Trek fight music in my head as I watched, mildly fearful as to who or what would be the next victim. Then the "guineamim" retired to its lair, victorious and garnished with lettuce.
The similarity in disposition between these patchwork killers cannot be a coincidence, I think that calico creatures may all be flat eyed murderfiends, if we were to look just beneath their fluffy surface.
The cats look lovely in their new collars, and the wipes we got to de-clag Mr Pie worked quite well, meaning his ears are ear coloured, and not dirtycold tramp coloured, and for the first time ever, he smells nice.