Board Thread:Archive/@comment-24866242-20140517080038/@comment-24866242-20140517082020

Katrylle Morgahn posted July 25, 1996 02:27 AM

(Joke)

He couldn't understand it. He was all set to fight the monster roaring towards him. He knew he could take him regardless of his bulk. Now, here he was being carted through the hallways at breakneck speed by the scruff of his neck

He couldn't see who his surrogate mother was...for she was the only one who ever carried him in such an undignified manner, but he had a pretty good idea. It must be his God...the tabby who could do amazing things. Shrugging as best he could, figuring it was OK if his God said it was, he kept his little hind legs up as close to his tummy as he could, his stubby little kitten tail tucked safely between them.

It wasn't until the last corner Joke realized something was wrong. The monster was still on their tails, yet his God chose this path of no return. His God turned, back against the dead end, and now Joke could see the terror bearing down on them. Joke became frightened again, but in this position, it was difficult to do the macho thing, hunching back, hissing....even swatting at the beast with his mini-claws was out. There was no other recourse. His little mind working quickly, remembering how his "friendship" lick had soothed the monster kitty, Morgan, Joke waited for the beast to get close enough. >one........two......three......LICK< As the monster's nose got within range, Joke did the only thing that had been successful for him so far......and instantly regretted it as he was showered with massive amounts of dog snot.