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Originally Posted by rowan
KENNY | A TAN FURRED TABBY TOM WITH BLUE EYES
What've I gotten myself into?! If cats could sweat, he'd be sweating bullets. Missiles actually. First, his owner was staring at the light box with the colors on it and squeaky voices coming from it, and next the word "Kenny" kept on coming up. However, the next part was the worst... some bright orange cloth was wrapped tightly around him! It felt all puffy and it covered everything except his tail, eyes, and paws.
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I lied, this part is the worst. I scratched my owner and fled out her cracked open window, that weird Kenny word stuck in my head. From that moment on, Kenny was born. As an apology to his past owner, he named himself Kenny because maybe she was saying it to him so much because she wanted him to be a Kenny. Maybe that orange thing was meant to turn me into a Kenny. Either way, I don't need no puffy thing to be a Kenny. However, the issue still stands. I'm lost, and the cats out here are vicious. If they see me in this ugly orange cloth I'm dead.
He still had some of the cat costume still on, though it was quite torn up. Bits of stuffing fell behind him as he walked along.
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The rouge molly watched the site and was trying not to bust out laughing at him
She then smiled and stood up showing herself
"Hi Kitt-" she cut herself off to burst out laughing now being able to see the whole suit, the laughter echoed on the wind
She continued to laugh and sat down it slowly went down to a chuckle
She then waited for a reaction