A day in the life of Sir Bloomerbutt, AKA Tora the Cat
By Azraelean
The fat woman continues to hold me prisoner against my will. I have tried four hundred and ninety-two escape attempts to date. Every week I am hauled off to some village populated by demons who seem to relish keeping me in the possession of the fat Hag. Today a kid with whiskers was tasked with holding me. He is by far the only human I feel anything but hatred for. He has many feline qualities. I would almost consent to being his prisoner if I had to be a captive for the rest of my life.
I suppose I should Properly introduce myself. My true name is Sir Bloomerbutt but the hag has shackled me wih the name Tora.
I mean naming me tiger? Tacky much?
I am a male cat and this evil woman has me wear a bow all the dang time. Oh, well.
So to recap, My name is Sir Bloomerbutt, An evil witch holds me captive, and I regularly attempt to escape my captors.
Perhaps instead of trying to escape, I should attempt assassinating the woman. She sometimes walks around my manor at night. If I were to lay in wait at the top of the stairs, I could trip the demon woman, yes she would tumble down the stairs and then she would be done for. Mwahhahahah. I shall become free at last. I shall implement this plan at my next opportunity.
Okay authors note time…
I based this fanfic partly off of my own cat, He lies at the top of the stairs at night. Also he is pure black, so He can't be seen well. Foxes are closer in relation to Cats than dogs I believe but if not oh well. Also This was written at around midnight so sorry for the brevity. Thank you for your readership. Please Review and tell me what you think of any of my stories.