the war-weasel strikes back!
This morning I faced off with Uncle Jeff's cat, that enormous lard-ball known as The Ratty (aka The Juggercat!) She is always mean to my friend Prrrl, who is really just a big chicken. Plus, the Ratty has been hissing at me under the door since I moved in, so we had a score to settle.
Anyway, I busted out my pimp cane and let her know who the real α-feline is in the household! I looked her square in her tiny rat-face and said, "Tubby, ifn' you know what's good for you, you best be gettin' yo fat-ass the hell out of my living room or I'ma get a belt and beat the shit outta you and all three of your chins!"
And wouldn't you know it, the Ratty ran the hell out? I attribute her fear to my indomitable munchkin-power, (and possibly a case of nymphitsaphobia*!)
Being the cute lil' explorer that I am, I then proceeded into her domain and seized that too! She tried to face off with me in the hall, but I wasn't having none of that! Ol' Rat-face hissed and growled at me, and I growled right back! Then she turned tail and retreated into Jeff's room, thoroughly defeated. Believe it or not, I scurried all over that room too, and she did not lift a paw to try and stop me.
*evil kitten laugh!*
Later I sent The Ratty this text message:
WTFPWNED?!
Übermunchkin FTW!
* The fear of weasels!