I have named it.

The kittens name is....Crystal.
It is an apt name, seeing as
she felt compelled to break
my crystal goblet.

The very one I "drink" from
on the occasions when someone
tries to break in.

One must see to use manners
when one is in his own home.

Crystal has not one.  
She has already used my coffin
as an outhouse.
We are working stridently on
that particular issue.

Last nights hunt was....well,
boring, to say the least.  I was
distracted.  My thoughts were of
home and what Crystal was doing now.

I need to take time.  
Feel the flavor of the hunt.  
Feel my preys fear.  
Or it is like drinking Ale,
instead of a rare wine.

Both will get you there.  
But, as I alwyas say,
One must always choose style.  It is
what separates us from...well,
uncouth mortals and such.

I am not a snob.
I may be pure evil, true.
But, I do have standards.
Few that they may be.

I believe I am fit now.
Tomorrows nights hunt will be
one of the most fun.
I am going to a party.

One I must crash, of course.


~Lord Kellington