CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Chloe's cat was new and she was bored if it already. "It doesn't DO anything, mum!" she moaned to her mother, a dentist.
"It's a car, dear," said her mother. "What do you think it should do?"
"I want it to dance!" said Chloe, clapping. "Dance kitty, dance!"
The cat refused to dance. Or move at all.
"WAAAAAAAAAH!" cried Chloe.
"Cat's don't dance, dear," said her mother.
"WELL THEY SHOULD!" said Chole, waving a fist at the cat.
"Now now, don't hit the cat, that's bad!" said her mother.
"Fine," said Chloe. "I'LL HIT YOU!"
Chloe, who was 27, pushed her mother to the ground and rained blows upon her.
"HAHAHAHA, I HATE YOU!" she screamed.
"Help...someone..." pleaded her mother. It was at that moment that the cat did something. It jumped in Chloe's face, scratching and biting away. Chloe managed to throw the cat off then ran it it.
"I'LL KILL YOU, KITTY!" she said, completely lost in her rage. So lost, in fact, that she didn't notice the kitchen knife on the edge of the counter. The one that ended up in her heart as she lunged at the fleeing cat.
"Well," said Chloe's mother, brushing herself off. "Look like you are a good kitty after all!"
The cat did a dance.
"It's a car, dear," said her mother. "What do you think it should do?"
"I want it to dance!" said Chloe, clapping. "Dance kitty, dance!"
The cat refused to dance. Or move at all.
"WAAAAAAAAAH!" cried Chloe.
"Cat's don't dance, dear," said her mother.
"WELL THEY SHOULD!" said Chole, waving a fist at the cat.
"Now now, don't hit the cat, that's bad!" said her mother.
"Fine," said Chloe. "I'LL HIT YOU!"
Chloe, who was 27, pushed her mother to the ground and rained blows upon her.
"HAHAHAHA, I HATE YOU!" she screamed.
"Help...someone..." pleaded her mother. It was at that moment that the cat did something. It jumped in Chloe's face, scratching and biting away. Chloe managed to throw the cat off then ran it it.
"I'LL KILL YOU, KITTY!" she said, completely lost in her rage. So lost, in fact, that she didn't notice the kitchen knife on the edge of the counter. The one that ended up in her heart as she lunged at the fleeing cat.
"Well," said Chloe's mother, brushing herself off. "Look like you are a good kitty after all!"
The cat did a dance.
