Fuzzy the Viking cat loved to get all yanged up on catnip and listen to Bloodhound Gang. Nobody much minded it until that one fateful day when Fuzzy OD'd. Stuffed, and perched on the mantle in his favourite hat, Fuzzy's remains are now a cautionary tale

"I don't want to be the TKE mascot anymore"

"...so Loki turned Odin into a fluffy kitten and seized control of the universe. The end."

The insistent green eyes. The claws. The feline power. How could I say no?

big horny helmet...
pussy...

Nah, it would be too easy...

Thje njew bljak mjetal bjand, Kjitigarøten's ljead sjinger, Pössydin.

Coming this Spring: Hagar the Adorable

"Aww, that little kitty with the Viking helmet just handed me a note. How cute. It says...'call the Police.' *gasp* Let's get the hell out of here, Tina."

Joe couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something familiar about Gene's recently-mounted bull moose. Anyway, that wasn't what he'd come by for so quickly changed the subject to ask if Gene had seen Mr. Whiskerby.

The healdless ghost pushed hard on the ceiling. One more squeeze and she would finally give birth to the devils cat.