Kittie Tales

Chapter Nine II

Chapter Nine II: Sticks and Stones will Definitely Break My Bones.

I'm pissed off.

So pissed I could do with some catnip.

Yes, that's why I cut your story shut. Because I'm pissed.

You want to hear the rest of the story, don't you?

Too bad, cos I'm not going to allow her tell it!

Because I'm pissed!

Why in fur balls would they not take me to the party? Me! A dignified member of the prestigious lion family. Even after I got decked out and ready for action. They still left me behind with these.. these creatures! Those good-for-nothing wenches! Why? What did I do to deserve such condescending treatment? Even after I pleaded with their good conscience.

Yes! You heard right!

I pleaded. I begged. I grovelled.

I even did the kitty cat face, or puppy dog face as it is usually called. How I hate those huge mammals!

Even with all the humiliations, they didn't take me along. I've being as good a feline as I can possibly be these past few days.

I haven't coughed up any fur balls and littered the place with it.

I've being extra careful with my claws when reclining on the cushions.

I haven't brushed my furs on the carpet since feline creation. At least, it was better than taking a bath. I'm never taking any of those!

I even managed to take that disgusting cat food. Whatsitcalled? Dr Dolly's Felid Chow..

And the list goes on and on..

But they wouldn't take me along..

Oh! I'll get them back for this.

Even after Genny had instructed the maids to prepare a movie night for us with lots of snacks, sweets and milk, I was still pissed beyond words and expression. It wasn't enough to cheer me up today. The Dumonte felines had tried to cheer me up with their bantering but I wasn't buying their crap today. Add their unnecessary squabble which was slowly becoming a pain in the ass.

Right now, I'm in the mood for causing destruction.

I think I'll start with this beautiful couch..

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Alessandra

If it were possible for a human to stand as stiff and unmoving as a statue in the Museum of Arts, I had already accomplished that feat. The Guinness world book of records should be ready to have my name on its pages.

Why in everything that is totally and utterly unholy is he here?!

Standing gracefully, handsomely and stiffer than I am..

Who in their right senses would offer him an invitation? Even though he was a part of the creme de la creme of the society. The youngest member of the Circle.

Alas! I just answered my own question.

I was so shocked, my eyeballs were wider than Kittie's milk bowls, as he exchanged unpleasant pleasantries with my date who was not so willing to leave me in his company, if at all he was.

"David", Tobias nodded curtly at the unwelcome third wheel, almost hiding me behind his massive back.

Seriously? How did this guy grow so remarkably fast? How many years has it been? And how the hell are they on first name basis? I thought they were...