A/N: I've got a fanfic notebook now for my ideas, and I just decided to write this one. It's going to be a quick, painless one-shot just to get it out of my head. Please review!!!
And so it began. The end of the end. My master's friend came over today. Roniekins I believe he is called. Normally I don't mind him so much—just a taunt here and there. But today… today he executed the plan that has probably been in that empty space behind that flaming hair since he thought I killed his precious Peter Pettigrew.
Today… he brought IT home.
--flashback—
My master and this "Roniekins" had been living together since they got out of Hogwarts. Even then they spent most of their time together. He hated me, so it became so much more fun to taunt him. Especially when my master was around because she would defend me while I flaunted myself around him mercilessly.
Now I'm getting off topic. He had grown to like me this past month while he's been here… or so I thought.
Earlier today, Roniekins had gone out early. I had no idea why, except that it was my master's birthday.
He must have forgotten it. I muttered to myself as I came over to my chair to take a nap.
A half-hour of so later, I heard the sound that any cat/kneazle dreads to hear(with the exception of my friend from 3rd year)—the unmistakable, whiney bark of a DOG!!! And it was coming this way!!!
I ran upstairs to seek my master's protection, only to discover that she was in the shower!!! Damn water! Quickly looking for a place to hide, I spot the wardrobe that is partially open. I scurry inside just as another wail from that wretched creature echoes through the room. I use my claws to close the wardrobe as far as I can before it comes bounding into the room.
Trying to sound as dangerous as I possibly can, I narrow my glowing yellow eyes at the creature and wail like a banshee. This only accomplishes it coming closer to my only protection!!!
Roniekins comes into the room. He laughs!!! He sees me in my hiding spot and LAUGHS!!! I knew he had it in for me then and there, so I decided to use another one of my survival techniques.
Using what I had seen on tv one time, I cut a hole in the back of the wardrobe. I then sunk my claws into the soft wood on the back of it and silently made my way to the top. Yes, I had resorted to becoming a kamikaze cat/kneazle.
I spread my paws out to the side and, using all of the stealth that I possessed, I dove off of the wardrobe and straight on to Roniekins' head.
Hehehe, it makes me laugh just remembering it.
Well, needless to say, he didn't like this much, and began thrashing his arms about in retaliation. The dog jumped onto the bed to try to protect his master, but only succeeded in landing all of his 32 pounds on his master's foot.
Muahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!
The part cat, part kneazle wins again!!!!!
Do. Not. Mess. With. Me.
Hehe, I win.
A/N: well, I tried to make this funny… so how did I do? I'm not an expert at writing humor, so if you have any suggestions let me know THROUGH REVIEWS!!! ok, I've resorted to this. I will take story suggestions and/or read and review your stories if you review mine!!! PLEASE!!! I don't know what to change if I don't get reviews and/or criticism!!!
Thanks in advance!
Mrs. Black