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Yesterday I practiced my hunting skills on Something Big …not just the flannel mice and ping pong balls that my mistress lets me bat around. Those are for babies!
I am big and fierce … a wild jungle cat with terrible fangs and long, dangerous claws. I creep stealthily upon my prey. I pounce with lightening speed and deadly accuracy. I am totally fearless in the face of my foe! Afterward, I ate my kill. The moth was surprisingly crunchy.
O mighty bug hunter, we bow to thee!
ReplyDeletePerhaps it was the moths chainmail that made it so crunchy??? LOL
ReplyDeleteOh yes! I hope moths are the only prey you seek. Sometimes my cat personally disgusts me but what can you do. lol! Maybe the moth was a knight off to conquer an enemy of the great moth kingdom? This would explain the chainmail.
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