|Yes its a crappy pic, but you get the idea.|
This could only end with some devious feline shennanigans. I watched and waited. Eventually Mystery <stealth beast, usurper of soft furnishings> came zooming out of the garden, past the Mr Pie <orange horror, maker of smells>, who was standing by the kitchen door, hit Pie in the head... and then vanished.
|Predator? .... Pah! Rank ameteur.|
Pie launched <I say launched, he sort of jumped shook his poor paw and scooched into the living room in a nervous, indignant way > into the living room and clawed to a halt looking round in bemusement. Where was his nemesis? In the bathroom? No. Under the table? No. That meant he must be in the other living room.
|Where in the name of ceiling cat, is he?|
As he passed the new unit, I espied a baleful yellow eye glinting with malevolence from within. Mere moments later the black spear of lethality exploded from his lair, smashing into Pie like a hairy sledge hammer. Pie fell over.
Mystery scampered away into the other room, where I heard yowling as he ran face first into the queen of pain, who had been waiting round the corner the whole time.
|When the rodent revolution comes.....Actually, I don't think there will be enough of them left to start a revolution.|
Truly, she is a patient force of evil.
The ongoing turf conflict is going to see one of them up for war crimes soon. I hope there are no mouse jurors.