l33tnekojunpei

mrr... mrrrow. mow mow mrrrroooww...
mew.
mrrrrr.
mow, mow

the l33t one in a strange new world with many human-slaves... the small grey one gives the l33t one no rest. much stalk and pounce the l33t one does through great tree and boxed yards...
the enemy hound is fierce.
the l33t one likes not the hound, f34r it will the l33t one.
fat birds fly low, make for fine dining

mmmrow. mow mow mow. MOW! mmorow.... mow.

{The humans sometimes show great usefulness. This time they have brought me crinkly, crunchy toys. Many toys! Many many wonderful toys which crincle and crunch, and wiggle... The pouncing now is good.}

mrrr-row-rawr. mow?

{the humans make strange sounds... so many of them come... come and go, come and go... the neko cannot sleep for the commotion. will the neko ever know peace once more?}

rowr? marow! rrrrr rrrah. mrrow... meow! mow. purrrrrrrrrrrr...

{What are those bizarre bipedal beasties up to now? The pouncing platforms have changed size, shape, and location and some have disappeared copmpltetly! The neko is not pleased with the human meddling. Yet new arrangements leave open new places to explore... pounce... sneak... The neko shall search these new cubbies and corners!! None shall be safe from the neko's stealthy pounce. Yes, the neko could come to appreciate this new arrangement... especially if the slave continues to scratch just behind the ears like so...}

mrow... mow... mrrrow.

{This morning the neko stalked! long did the neko stalk, far did he stalk. Pounce did the neko, catch his prey and feast.

But the human-slaves, they knew not the great hunt of the neko! they slumbered away in the big, soft bed. When they awoke, they could not find the neko. No, the neko would not heed their cries! Not to be lured by the gooshi food! not to be tempted by the kitten-chow! The neko stalked the mice and bird of the field!!

When the neko was weary, then to come home and demand door-service from the human-slaves. Yes, they are good humans, if silly for being worried.

The neko slumbered.}

Mow. Mo-owr..

{The kitten needs photographs. He needs many photographs, so that his beauty may be shared with all...}

Purrrrrrrrrrrr........ Mrow. MEOW! Mro-ow.


{The Big Black Kitten sleeps now...

But soon, soon shall he wake and pounce. POUNCE! pounce them all.

He is adorable when he sleeps, too great for his puny cat-tower, he drapes langorously across the top of it. One day his human slaves will take photographic proof of his mastery of the lesser cat-tower. For now he will content himself with admiring human slaves.}