Humour

"Get back here you little b•stard!" A voice bellowed from the petite brick house.

Thumps of feet and pitter patters of paws rythmed along the wooden floor. Noise from objects being pushed aside muffled the females absurd language.

The animal hissed in aggression and the girl cheered in succession.

"Beat that! It's my chicken you beast!"

And for once A quiet atmosphere settled upon the household, returning peace back to the neighbourhood.

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"Damn cat" she sighed, sinking into the sofa with each breath she exhaled.

She went to hell and back to get her chicken drumstick from that devilish beast everyone referred to as a cat but in the end the chicken was covered in years worth of dust and other unspeakable things that has settled on her floors.

In the corner of her eye she spotted the cat strutting past the hallway, head help high and a smirk playing on it furry lips.

That cat, a cat her mother got for her 18th birthday. It was once an innocent ball of fur, but as they years regressed satan touched its ity bity heart causing it to grow the horns it kept hidden.

Long story short, the cat became a••hole.

She glanced at the clock in exhaustion, reading 10 pm. Tears sprung to the corners of her eyes as she yawned, hobbling her way to the bedroom. She could already feel the sleep drowning her thoughts.

The doorway to her bedroom was in sight and she planned on not letting anything get in her way, but the second she placed a foot in a shrill meow was heard from behind.

The meows continued, getting louder with each second, and it soon became unbearable.

Swiftly In one move she swivled on her heals, the exhaustion from previously was overwhelmed by the anger that bubbled In the pits of her stomache.

Her stare matched the satanic fur ball that awaited in front of her, it's yellow orbs piercing into her soul. It meowed once more and stamped its paw onto the floor.

A terrifying smile appeared on the girl lips as she knew what the cat demanded and she sure as hell wasn't going to give it to her.

Their stares connected for several seconds then in a brief moment she turned around and slammed the bedroom door shut.

Anyday she would challenge the cat, but never would she when her bed beckoned her presence.

Sinking into her mattress she cuddled against the warmth of the sheets and slowly began to fall into a deep slumber.

But a sudden shatter of glass from outside her bedroom door caused her to jolt back awake.

That damn cat. . .

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