I catch myself too often thinking that this is what it’d be like to be mauled to death in the jungle by a tiger.
Me: “Oh aren’t you a cute little kitty hey?”
Tiger: *pounces*
Me: “Blurrgh oof gosh your fur is sooo soft!!”
*violently mauls with paw*
Me: “Oh wow such huge toe beans!!”
*continues violently mauling and biting*
Me: *happy gurgling sound of blood filling up my trachea*Dreams:
Reality:
My kitties have been both of these.
I’m convinced I could make big kitty my friend.
they get cuter the more murderous intent they have
True passion. For MURDER!
Even has M for Murder on its forehead.
There are almost always warning signs though. Almost always…
This is precisely why I don’t keep any pet who is big enough for my forearm to fit comfortably between their jaws.
I love my fluffy little murderballs, but they can’t bite off any of my limbs in one fell swoop 😄
making biscuits!
