Crookshanks:
The Final Battle
So, there I was, out in the garden with that white-flappy thing that belongs to Scar-Face, chasing geckos. It's a friendly competition to see who can catch the most.
She swoops, I pounce. Then we share. She prefers to crunch their little heads, while I'm rather fond of the squishy tails.
Anyway, we're swooping and pouncing, when all of the sudden by George (or Fred) this enormous lizard appears in the middle of the backyard, surrounded by wizards who are dressed like the bat-professor in the dungeon. (The white-flappy thing won't admit it, but she's jealous of bat-professor's swooping ability.)
Naturally, we were thrilled, one doesn't hit the mother-load every day – and this lizard was buffet sized! My Mistress seemed rather perturbed at the big lizard, hollering at it and saying it was "moldy" while making all the funny looking wizards fall down.
While it was distracted, I snuck up on it and pounced. Sunk my claws into it's ankles and took a lovely chunk out of it's leg. White-flappy thing swooped onto it's head, trying to crunch. It was delish!
I had to let go to dodge the shooting green beams of light that were coming from Mistress and her friends, Rat-Owner and Scar-Face. Then it just fell to the ground! I pounced again, intent on severing an arm and dragging it back to my blanket for later, when Mistress grabbed me around my middle and tossed me back inside the house!
I mean, how RUDE to keep me away from my lunch!
See if I bring HER a dead mouse this week.
A/N: My cat...bit me...and clawed me...a pain I would only wish on Voldemort.