The damn cat I thought as I got up and looked outside. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of something shiny. It was it was....Oh my god a Heron Blade!
Suddenly a valient soul from afar came riding on a horseback. He had the face of a teenage girl and the brain of a genius. It was Sir numbbb0z alot! Strategically he whistled a strange familiar tune. Oh it was "riders in the storm" by the Doors. Realizing suddenly that this master of deception was nothing but my inner baba yaga. I searched for the answer I was looking for. And I'm bored now so I'm gonna stop.
No way psycho you're not getting my kitty! Oh wait, it's to late for that. The Sadistic soul grabbed me and put his heron blade up to my throat in supreme majestic desire threatened my life. Suddenly I backwards kicked him in the nuts and ran away as fast as I could to the nearby police station down the street. The damn cops no one was home again. Ok fine then.
Cute and cuddly and soft yeah kitties are so cute. Then all of a sudden I heard "slice". Holy shit what was that? I look a little closer and realize the killer was mutilating my poor kitty. Feeling the desperate desire to be the heroin in my own story I ran after the maniac in a breathless state of panic.