A Cats Tale
A long long time ago in a land far far away there was a monster cat terrorizing the kind people of the village. This monster cat would lure the kind folk into a false sense of security by acting all nice and kitty like. What with all his purring and rubbing up against you. He would playfully bat at cat toys and bring smiles to the faces of all who knew him. But behind this cute facade was a feline terrorist, trained by The Real IRA, The Tamil Tigers, ETA and FARC. The worst kind of cat.
It would usually start just around sunrise about a half hour before the kind people of the village would arise. It starts with the monster cat running full speed ahead through the peoples houses. From one end to another the monster cat would run. This early morning preambulation at speed is followed by the knocking over of things. When the moster cat rears it’s ugly head nothing is safe. Pies left to cool overnight were found on the floor with monster cat sized bites taken out of them. Knick knacks all over the village feared being knocked to grouind. Drapes and blinds steeled themselves against the ensueing onslaught
The poor villagers were awakened by the din of the monster cat just before their alarm clocks sounded. They laid in their beds rueing the minute they had to emerge and survey the damage. Each morning they had to clean their houses and fix the damage caused by the monster cat.
The elders of the village would gather and try to figure out how to rid the village of the monster cat. Many ideas were bantered about. They tried many and varied ways to rid themselves of this curse. They tried waggeling their fingers at the monster cat. Nothing. They tried yelling at it when it did bad things. No good. One of the more creative ideas was the water cannons set up all over the village. This proved to be only a temporary solution. Nothing worked. None were successful.
So the villagers decided to just live with the monster cat. As things would have it, monster cat turned out to be a really nice cat and everyone lived happily ever after






Ah the monster car, crapping in the bath of humanity and leaving cute paw marks on the windshield of society… We have one of them here in oireland too. Mad, that!
As each day goes by she seems to be less monster cat and more just regular old Top Cat.