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Little kitty was dressed up like a nun, we called her Mother Superior. She tended to be rather nasty, and strict. While we were on a mandatory march in the park, she threw cat litter in my eyes, it made me cry, that just got her more upset, and she threw manson like punches in my face, clawing me from ear to ear, I was bleeding from neck to navel. She let out a hiss, and made me laugh, and then she started laughing 'cause it was quite silly, she laughed so hard that she started hacking, hacking and hacking, she coughed up a fur ball, and then she ate it, but the fur ball was too much for her she started to gag on it, that made me throw up, I vomited from here to Timbuktu. Mother Superior, whom I grew to love, even though she was less than kind to me was choking quite heavily on the fur ball, that looked very similar to Abraham Lincoln's head with stovepipe hat. She was choking and gasping for breath leaving short wisps of purrrrs, between the silence of the choking. SHe was dying. I cried some more, but not because the kitty litter was in my eyes, but because my best friend and mentor, Mother Superior was dying. The loss of fluids from the crying, and blood loss, and vomiting, made me quite whoozy. I started to get dizzy, I was moving uncontrollably(think, the scene in Witches, where the little boys were turning into mice), I was sure I was going to black out at any moment. My movement sparked somthing in Mother Superior, and she started to chase me, thinking I was a mouse. I just followed her thinking, because I thought it nice that her last wish was to catch a mouse. She was still choking of course. But we did a cat-and-mouse-chase jig. Although I was whoozy I let out a shrill of laughter, I looked back, and Mother Superior was on the ground not budging, with her big green eyes open, and misting around the edges, it was at that moment that my eyes started to get tingly, and I started to see white...