I was born around Valentine's Day 2012, and adopted on April 21 by a nice lady who rubs my tummy a lot. I started this blog as a tiny kitten, and am now rather adolescent in appearance. I also happen to be the most brave and noble huntskit of the realm.
Snapshots of the huntskitten in action.
As always, I display the Grace of a racer about to reach the finish line, the Noble Glory of an Olympic diver mid-air.
Mrow.
What shall be the outcome of this bloody match?
To be continued…
VIDEO! A Kitten Bath Leaves Me Somewhat Disgruntled.
A few days ago I experienced the Most Evil Event Named Bath, leaving me quite shaken and my fur in the most lamentable state for hours. Nevertheless, as you can see, my huntskitten instincts remained as sharp as ever.
I am told you may subscribe to my glorious hunting tales here in order to continue to experience such demonstrations of knightly skill through video.
A snowman in summer? Such an anomaly must be exterminated.
You might think I am lazing on the floor but this is in fact the huntskitten position of back-thump-attack.
I am most fearsome with my teeth bared.
Last night I hunted what my human calls The Fly.
Were you successful in your hunt?
The following excerpt was taken from the log of Sir Wilfred the Huntskitten:
11:09 pm. A moving black dot has appeared and must be terminated at all costs.
11:14 pm. It vanished behind a paper lamp. Staring at lamp with suspicion.
11:30 pm. Staring at lamp with suspicion.
11:45 pm. Staring at lamp with suspicion.
11:47 pm. Human came to inspect my behaviour and left mumbling under her breath. Must not lose focus. Must continue to stare, or black dot might get away.
11:50 pm. Back a bit itchy. This maneuver could be tricky for any other huntskitten, but with a peerless demonstration of knightly grace I manage to reach the itchy spot without losing the lamp from view.
11:51 pm. Strange happenings with my human. She appears out of nowhere and attacks the lamp with a rolled up magazine and a napkin. There is a flurry of movement which might leave another confused, but I am above confusion.
Human then returns to hunching over the Machine of Constant Error Noises and no longer grants attention to the hunt. What did she hope to accomplish?
12:30 am. Staring at lamp with suspicion.
In the dark of the night, I, Sir Wilfred the renowned huntskitten, shall prevail.
