Malky's Adventures
Chapter 1/ Mices
Disclaimer: I don't own wicked
A/N: I just wanted to write a story about Malky since he is the awesomest cat ever! An ode to Malky.
Malky POV…
Well I've got nothin' to do. Oh, look a mice. I love mices. They're so tender and delectable. Now every good mice hunter knows that before you attack you must think of a good plan.
First, find a good hiding spot (in this dump that's pretty hard!).
Second, crouch down for a couple minutes (until you're sure the mice is completely distracted by the crumb on the floor).
Thrice (or "thirdly"), you pounce on it, and preferably kill it!
Last, you eat it.
Now I'm ready to start. I stood in my post ready to pounce, when that man picked it up put it in a jar, and the whole time he was yelling "Malky, bad cat!" he yelled as he waved the jar in my face. And guess what, the mice was laughing at me. Then, I bit the evil person's leg.
After a couple seconds he pulled me off. I finally gave up and went to bed.
Wait, do I smell chicken, another adventure for The Great Malkanator! (I know, the name stinks)
A/N: Yeah, I know, pretty random. I was bored, so I wrote something weird. And before anyone can yell at me through reviews, all grammar mistakes such as mices or mice are intentional. Thanks for reading. And please review!