The Mafia Kitties
They walked by the window swiftly, making sure that they didn’t make a sound. If they got caught by a human being…. They could become a kitty, on a platter. There was four of them. Orange, Black, Tabby, and Calico. Nobody knew where they came from, or how they got here. All they knew, is that the kitties were in the area, ready to strike when threatened. What the kitties didn’t know is that the humans were more afraid of the cats, then the cats were of the humans.
The kitties had reached their leader, Shopkitty. That was the human name for their leader, but the cats named him… The Shop. The Shop was a fierce looking kitty, with aged eyes full of wisdom, and claws as sharp as a machette. The kitties bowed down to their leader, for the knew if they didn’t there would be consequences. The Shop was a pure bread mafia cat.
The cats had come to him that night, in success of killing their prey, the mice that had nested in the Wareham household. They meowed at him, and bowed in his presence. They told him of his success. The Shop threw them their dinner with gratitude. They chowed down on their 2 week old cooked salmon, being as fierce as they could trying to impress their leader.
The Shop sent the kitties away, for it was time for him to go snuggle up with his owner, in their nice warm cozy bed. He made sure he got just the right amount of sleep, so he would be rested for another day of ruling the kitties.
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