Today I met a demon cat. Legitimately. I was babysitting my niece and she saw their new neighbor's kitten, so we went out to play with it. It came running right over to us. At first I thought it was cute how it would try to pounce on our toes. Then I realized that it really wanted to eat them or something. Then it started trying to claw its way up our legs. My poor niece was terrified. When we would try to pet it, it would claw and bite at us. It was a mean little sucker. It got to where if it even moved in our general direction, we would both squeal and run away. When my sister got home, she thought it was really amusing, and when I left she scolded me for not running it over. But even though I am not fond of cats, and I think this one in particular is the spawn or Satan, I can't quite bring myself to intentionally kill such a fuzzy little creature. But! Remember the moral of the story: cats are evil.
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| I mean look at it. Doesn't it just look evil? |
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