So me and the rest of the gang were hanging out on the Catio the other evening.
Suddenly, the FEATHER attacked!
I had to get it...I used my ManCatly Claws and Mighty Meaty Thighs to propel myself up.
I got ready for the next assault.
Here the Feather is starting to Anger me.
(which happens about 759 times a day)
MOMMY! This is my story!
I ignored it.
I Scorn you, Feather!
Holy Cod! My Scorn was not enough!
The feather returned. As did my Anger.
Kitties, what happened next was best not documented.
Let's just say that some Pheasants better get busy making more tail toys.
And I seriously needed to charge up my Scorning Capacitor.
Gotta keep my rep with my Floofy Furious Feline, the Scrumptiously Scrappy Annie.