Lo! For I, Empress of Space, President of the Internet and Prime Minister of Dark Matter make my final Royal Proclamation. It's the last one because I have only 3 kittens but mostly because I'm getting a little sick of Royal Proclamations. Henceforth, Aurora kitten shall retain the title of Princess Aurora, Protectoress of the Empire! On this day, Princess Aurora has stalked and ambushed her prey, the alpha of a herd of wild and savage 𝑓𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑠𝑖𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 (also known by it's scientific classification, 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑎). After bushwhacking her target from its blind spot with an agile pounce, she dragged her hapless quarry up a cat tree and across the Amazon box to present her lifeless trophy with a mighty meow. The ferocious, the untamed, Princess Aurora Kitten.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Go ahead, laugh at me.

I recently read an article on Facebook Envy. Apparently some people get really depressed because they see all these wonderful pictures on other people's pages and start to see themselves as inadequate. I had to laugh. Whereas I do post things about my family of whom I am immensely proud, the majority of the stuff on my FB page is a bunch of schlock that I barf out of my brain. Or as I like to call it, cerebral emesis. Most of the posts are about my questionable choices and face-palm moments. Who else would post about pulling a shard of glass from your foot only to drop it back on the floor never to be found again, or the mysterious yet gross thing my dog dragged in the house and dropped on my bedspread? In fact, I would bet your house on the fact people come here to feel BETTER about themselves. My peeps don't come here to feel jealous, they come here to feel superior and l̶a̶u̶g̶h̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶ laugh with me. So I pause for you to read the article posted below,The 6 Stages of F...
Read more

He had a full life

Image
Last summer I had a very unusual looking weed start growing along my side of the neighbor's fence. I decided to let it grow and see what happened. When it started getting huge I had no choice but to name it. I called him Triffid after some man eating plant I read about once. He became as tall as the fence. One day my enormous weed, Triffid, was getting snow on the roof signaling time for his euthanasia. So with his scheduled execution in mind, I thought I would knock a few things off his bucket list. 1. Cubs win the World Series! wooooo! 2. I'll be home for Christmas...You can count on me.... 3. Happy New Yea...(thunk)
Read more