okay, this is the story of the only cat i've ever really loved (i'm not a big cat person) and also my proof that satan exists and has a personal interest in me
nin was my kitty. he was the son of an orange and white striped tabby, and a black siamese, but he was pure white with little grey stripes and crystal blue eyes...
as you can see he was a itty bitty kitty, but cute as hell and damn cool. he hated everyone but me, slept in my bed with me, and was always around me. then the weird shit started happening...
the first weird thing was when he was about 4 weeks old he climbed a brick wall and stuck there. this happened in our front yard, he was outside playing with the other kittens (the litter had been from my mom's cats) and a dog came over to the yard and scared them all. the other kittens all darted under the bushes, but nin ran to the house... then straight up the brick wall. he then just sorta stuck there. when i came to get him down he looked at me and gave me the CUTEST little kitty hiss, it was SO adorable, but then i literally had to pry him off the wall, he was completely attached to it
now the really odd thing is the pictures....and i swear i did not alter these in any way. this is how they got developed. every other picture on that roll came out just fine, and i took other pictures in the room so i know they're all fine as well
this is the picture i took of his face, he wasn't looking into the camera in this pic (i remember from the order i took the pics) but his eyes were open...
now this is the picture that really convinces me. in this pic his eyes were open and he was staring straight at the camera
so we have a brick wall, some fucked up pictures, then we also have how he vanished.
we kept only nin from the litter the cats had, the others we gave away. when he was about 8 week old or so, he was romping around in the back yard, chasing bugs and such. i was watching him through the kitchen window, and had just put some toast in. the toast popped up, i buttered it, and when i looked out again *POOF* we was gone. i checked the gate, it was locked. the fence was fine as well. in the span of the 30 seconds it took me to butter my toast, he was gone
my standing theory is this: a number of years ago i decided that if christians are right, then i'm screwed. i would certainly go to hell, and that's fine because i have a plan. i figure i'll rally a group of damned souls, fuck up some hell demons, get some attention....get on satan's good side. maybe get on his administrative team, help run things. then after a few hundred years when i'd gotten enough power and amassed enough souls i'd overthrow hell and be the new ruler of the underworld. this is my plan, if christians are right
so you see i figure satan knows i'm gonna do this and came to me in the form of a cat to check me out and make sure i was qualified ;)
yes this is a joke (mostly) don't take it too seriously =P
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