The fluffy kitten strides majestically across the dining room floor striking fear into the hearts of all who see it. See the dustpan and brush cringe in terror as it approaches. With its mighty little paw it gouges deep chunks of flesh out of the kitchen towel roll that has fallen off the pine wooden table.
A fly passes by and an epic battle ensues that bards will sing about for centuries to come. With six swipes of its oak like foreleg it almost gets close to the fly buzzing lazily around the room. And then with a blood curdling meow, it leaps in a single pounce and lands exactly where the fly was several seconds ago.
Out of the mercy of its proud and valiant heart it decides to spare the fly the onslaught of its relentless and brutal assault. It has been a long and gruelling day asserting its dominance over the entire world, so it returns to its throne, a fluffy soft grey cushion made out of the souls of its vanquished foes.
It jumps up and down establishing dominance, and with its cute dopey eyes it flashes a look designed to strike terror into the hearts of any enemies lurking nearby. Its work finally done, it falls into the sleep of the powerful, its purr a deep rumbling warning to any who are unfortunate enough to wonder near the gruesome beast.
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