Saturday, December 10, 2011

Story of An Unfortunate Cat - Part 2

Warning: The following content is very inappropriate for young children and the squeamish. Proceed without guilt if you like that sort of stuff...


My previous post ended with Whiskers lying face flat on the work table and her wondering about her fate. This post starts off with her face flat on the work table and her tail cut off. 

It's a cruel act. But she's only made of yarn. You know that right?

Whiskers in her state of unconciousness: "Wow, when I wake up, I will have on the most beautiful dress in the world, made to my measurements. My fellow critters will be so envious of me."

Whiskers still unconscious: "I can't wait to see what I look like!"

Whiskers slowly waking up: "Something doesn't feel right. I'm missing something. A button, perhaps?"

No no, silly Whiskers! We hacked your tail off... And now, the little girl who will receive you as a gift will love you like a normal yarn cat. ;)

So what's the moral of this story? 

I'm not sure if anything can actually be learned here. And if you can come of with a moral, you're probably a sick one.

Just kidding. Balsam LOVES you!  

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Story About An Unfortunate Cat

Hello everybody. My name is Whiskers. The man who had just bought me from the store brought me into Balsam Tailors this morning--for what reason, I do not know. But what I do know is that I will become a special gift for an adorable little girl this Christmas. -- Also, please stop staring at the yellow hair growing out of my ears. It makes me feel very uncomfortable.

On the way to Balsam Tailors, I overheard the man who bought me mumble to himself that I had a weird appendage sticking out from under my lovely dress. I hope he knows that that weird appendage is my tail.

I am aware that my weird appendage sticks out too much and is clearly visible from the front. But I was made this way and it can't possibly be my fault.

Oh wait, why am I lying face down on the table like this?! I hope this is a place where I get pretty clothes made and my being on the table is part of the process.


(Disclaimer: The cat doesn't really talk. But this story is based on actual facts. Also, no real live animals were hurt in this event.)