A not-so-ordinary kitty and me.

by zia at 12:34 AM on June 07, 2001

The exam fever has noxiously wiped out 2/3 of my brain cell count and arrested my once budding inspiration. So today, armed with only the remnants of my quivering cells, I have no choice but to resort to stealing. Now I don�t feel too healthy doing this but no use crying over spilt milk now. Here�s the shit I looted from some blog. Okay, mine. But hey, I�m doing it for you guys and you guys are to share my burden of guilt. Otherwise, I�ll sulk myself fat and never to be seen here again!

Part one. Translation sheets not included.

"So, my shields were down, my security system de-activated. Does that represent my personal feelings through the most brutal honesty it can afforded me? We have been friends for like forever ( The meaty dude and me ). This might modulate some of the composition of our sublimated relationship if not all. Initially I thought it would not but it did and I felt a bit betrayed by myself. Everything is now against me and my harmless kitty. This is not an upheaval, not ripping down what we had built right to the ground to make way for a new site. But like an amelioration, a project of progression and cultivation of some sort.

My inner freak is very disturbed. The kitty trembles slightly. The boundaries have been brusquely violated by each unforgiving thought and that fact stabbed cruelly at my reluctant mentality, in the absence of lubricant and due mercy. Have I brought this to myself by elevating my dam? The dam that repels intrusive fancies? By introducing another playmate for my kitty? By succumbing to my mortal predilections?

Kitty is adamant. "I want him." She hisses. Her silky back arched menacingly. No kitty, I want him. I burned my sable eyes into hers.

The reverberation of a single whiplash punctuated the cold air, followed by the pungent smell of blazing hostility brewing between me and the kitty. Saturnine.

The bubbles whipped up a storm in the cauldron of compromising passion, threatened to spew its raging content over its hot earthy brim. Over my kitty, over the now scalded me. I am not airing any grievances, neither is the kitty. We're just lusting and bytching at the potent energy of the coveted meat. And claiming our share of the meat.

Now different cards have to be swapped. The actors changed but the drama retained its drip of trenchant flavor. The show has only just begun.

Glossary:

Meat : The man a.k.a. him a.k.a. the dude.

Kitty : Not-an-ordinary kitty. Possesses analogous attributes to those of the normal feline species that we know as The Common Cat. But this kitty ( mind you, not cat ) does not ingest fish. It would be abnormal and sick for kitties of her persuasion to even think of it.

Coming up next: Part two. Demands for translation sheet will be taken into consideration for a measly bribe of two hearty slices of wildberry cheesecake minus the berries.