The Face of Evil? How is that fun?
It's fun when evil is a cat, that's how.
Given my position as a perpetually insane organic chemistry grad student, if you remember last August I got my little Sushi a brother: Myshkin.
Secret Identity # 1: The Destructivist.
Secret Identity # 2: The Face of Evil.
Evil has never looked this cute. When I first met him, he was a tiny four month old huddled in a corner of a cage in a rescue home. Shy and sweet.
A timid personality, I was told.
"Purrfect!" said I, naive and innocent.
Inwardly, I'm sure that's when he started smirking.
He hasn't stopped since.
|"I may be little but Imma clog up your sink, Mommy."|
Secret Identity # 3: Ultron.
I've never seen a cat scream for food louder than this kitten. Every morning when my alarm goes off, he squeals with delight - and pounces on my chest.
(He's a good masseuse).
We then proceed to cuddle until he decides to run into the kitchen, and then and only then may I feed the hungry barbarian.
As he yowls and Sushi jumps up and down, as I scoop kibbles into their bowls, I tease him that he's a classic villain.
|What flavor is this, debit or credit? Nomnom.|
|I love my brofur, Sushi.|
There are...no strings...on him...