A story #1

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away there was a little cat whose name was kittie cat. You might say that this is not an inventive name. Well, kittie would very much agree with you and she certainly had this argument with her parens before, but right now there were other things to worry about.




The object of worry that is important for this story is that of a small, but heavy, black, wooden ball.
Not just some ball of course but the ball that was bound to change kitties life forever.
It was a sunny warm day when it so happened that kittie felt that very well known itch inside her throat and excused herself from the party of a few friends to cough up some of her own furry self. As she was engaged in that very private business, that had been banned from the public eye a long time ago during the catvolution (and yet again kittie was very much fighting her point concerning the stupidity of that word play), she felt that something miraculous was about to happen. The lump that was stuck in mid-throat was not your ordinary piece of butt-fur, but something small, but heavy...tasting of wood and round like an eyeball. Through an exhausting battle with her own body kittie was able to bring to light that unknown, magical object but for long did not dare to enquire about it's origin. Not untill the day she witnessed the unbelievable and a piece of the puzzle fell into her lap...

Do not take any of this serious, I dont - I'm bored and nobody reads this anyway, but just in case...cheers.