"Well...maybe you'll have to check with Rocky, then. He seems to have found Greasyhead without a problem,"

Morela poked her head over the back of the couch and spied her friend laughing ridiculously on the ground. She raised an eye and leaned farther over the couch.

"What are choo talking about? Ees 'e scaring my baby?!"

Morela pulled herself up with ease and jumped over the back of the couch, wincing a bit as pain flickered irritatingly around the cut on her knee. She paid it little attention and made a dash for Josh.

"Good thing you weren't overly attached to the fuzz head, isn't it?"

Morela pushed Josh forcefully from her way and fell to the floor to look behind the radiator, paying neither her knee nor her hand any attention as she did so. The sight that greeted her was more horrific than Morela had been ready for and her hands flew up to cover her eyes as a peace shattering scream escaped her lips. She didn't need to open her eyes to relive the scene which was still happening before her. The image of her kittens face being swallowed into the mouth of that disgusting creature was something she'd never forget.

"Theese isn't happeneeng!"

Oh, you look so tired
Mouth slack and wide
Ill-housed and ill-advised
Your face is as mean
As your life has been