Spartan Kitty!!
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This is the story of Sir Fuzz-A-Lot.
He was a Spartan Kitty.
It all began in St. Marks, Florida, four score and seven years...I mean, two days ago...
We were walking in the shadows, alert for any sign of danger. And suddenly, from the darkness in front of us, there was a cat.
But not just any cat.
No. This was a kitty from SPARTA!
It mewed and followed us with an air of barely reigned in fury, attacking anything that got too close, except us.
We petted and cuddled it, and as the Empress of Tokyo, I dubbed him Sir Fuzz-A-Lot.
But then, a Persian kitty came onto his territory.
If you are unaware of such, Persians and Spartans are mortal enemies.
And then, a battle of the ages ensued.
They stared each other down, and circled each other, determined not to leave an openeing. And suddenly, the Persian Kitty launched itself at us, and we were sure we were doomed. Then, Sir Fuzz-A-Lot heard our cries for help and came to the rescue, mercilessly assualting the Persian and sending it packing.
Thus we were saved.
But then a car came, and Sir Fuzz-A-Lot was in the middle of the road.
We felt sure he would perish.
But then, he threw the car off the road with super-human-kitty strength!
Because he was a Spartan, and Spartans are hardcore and can do things like that.
And so he was okay.
We walked with him a while longer, then bade him a fond farewell.
We found out the next day that he had been blind. (Probably from a battle with a Persian kitty, darn them.)
And he did all that without being able to see, because he was the hardcore Sparta kitty, Sir Fuzz-A-Lot.
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