From the depths of hell came Moogla (447 hits)
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Submitted by Meat <blanchfor.at.kitty-hawk.navy.mil> (View user info) at 2003-10-14 18:10:31 EDT
I was always scared of something as a kid. The fear I can recall at this moment is the fear almost every child has, and that fear is fear of the dark. Most kids had nightlights, but those things
scared me more than complete darkness ever could. Made all the shadows stronger, more noticeable
and frightening. I hated the way the shadows pressed themselves against the wall to create the
illusion of a deformed object that would mock my feeble attempts to work up the nerve to walk all the way to my parent's room were I could feel safe. The only thing that would keep me calm enough to sleep was the sound of the air conditioner humming and vibrating from across the living room.
I would have been content enough to find my dreams with the power of that old air conditioner
if it wasn't for that damnned demon feline, the moogla.
At first glance the moogla appeared to be your everyday normal house cat, gold and yellow-orange striped fur weighing in at what I'll say to be about eight pounds or so. Upon closer inspection the truth reared it's head, a head that was nothing short of fucking disgustingly ugly. You know what they say about the truth, it can and will hurt you. They were damn right to have come up with that statement.
The moogla was in my opinion (which I hold close to fact) a hell spawn. The moogla was not the cat itself, but the demonic hell-cougar which inhabited itself inside of our cat ONLY AT THE TIME OF MIDNIGHT'S HOUR. It was during that time that our cat (who was named kitty) would completely transform from a slow, lumbering, hungry cat to a raging, hissing, bloodthirsty feline demon intent on making my face look like a used cutting board.
The moogla, which now sat comfortably inside the soul of kitty, would run into the living room and arch his back up like that black cat on those batteries (you know what I'm talking about dammn it). It would then crouch down and eye me devilishly for a minute and then...
The deadly attack which I have coined the "hell claw tornado" began. Jumping and scratching, every swipe more lethal and deadly than the one before it. I could not seek much solace in my Ninja Turtle sleeping bag, but it gave me enough protection so I dubbed it "The Sanctuary" spent countless nights completely covered in a fetal position. Or should I say FEAR position.
One day kitty went into to heat and we put her in the bathroom so she would tear the house apart. The moogla must have made a surprise visit that day because that is the only cat I can think of that has effectively rolled a bathroom, took a shit in the sink and ripped through
the bathroom screen door only to give birth to six bastard demon kittens. I killed them all off with the power of Jesus and and a Molotov cocktail.
This story is yet to be finished. I will continue tomorrow. Perhaps I may have said too much already though...
User Reviews
Submitted by Velouria (user info) at 2003-10-17 15:08:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I can't believe you'd kill kitties. But a good read
Submitted by joulietta at 2003-10-15 23:52:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
cool.
Submitted by Titinita (user info) at 2003-10-15 19:17:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Now I am kinda scared...
Submitted by sam_el (user info) at 2003-10-14 19:04:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Don't get me wrong, I like it too. Just saying it's weird.
Submitted by PWNstar (user info) at 2003-10-14 18:59:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+1 for story
+1 for paragraphs
I hate it when my cat goes all Dr. Jeckyl/Mr. Hyde on me. purrs one moment and flips out the next.
Submitted by T.chow (user info) at 2003-10-14 18:46:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
i liked that.
Submitted by sam_el (user info) at 2003-10-14 18:35:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Seriously, is there a full moon? 'cause there's some weird ass shit going on today at uber.