Distracted

One couldn't say that she was obsessed with cats. That title was reserved for people with hundreds of cats that they had named after movie stars and Nascar racers. However, she was far from being a regular cat person. In addition to attempting to teach her cat how to use the toilet, she often had dreams involving its death at the hands of select reptiles. This only made her seem more like the perfect target.

Despite his many jagged edges, Knifekitten moved swiftly and silently into her home. His shoulder blades were more than a match for the first story window. It was dark that night; no moon. Which was good as Knifekitten did not want an untimely glint to give away his position.

Far from being the cold-blooded killer the local news had made him out to be, Knifekitten was a crusader of justice. He sought only to undo the evil that corrupted this world. Although Knifekitten himself never had to use the bathroom nor had no use for dreams, he knew that at least one of these were evil, and the one who forced them on his not-so-pointy brethren had to be stopped.

Knifekitten lurked through small corridors until he noticed light emanating from a door at the end of a hallway. The door fell easily; wood was easy to cut. Knifekitten lunged into the room expecting steel to meet blood easily through the ancient art of surprise. Instead, he met resistance.

The young and very attractive webmaster had only moments ago been typing away diligently at an informative article about How Insane People get to her website (which she was going to let Antwan write the comments on). At that moment however, she had been studiously creating a small shrine using only replica plastic monkey skulls.

"If only I could start a series of contests to give these blasted things away," she muttered as Knifekitten came to a dead stop.

"Oooh! Kitty!", she screamed as she ran to pet the sharpened cat, "I love kitt-"

Her exuberance was cut short by the thousands of lacerations she soon suffered after embracing Knifekitten. Thinking that the foolish toilet-dreamer had suffered enough, Knifekitten quickly departed, leaving her to bleed to death on the floor. Was it remorse that Knifekitten felt that day? Nay, it was merely urgency as there were others who needed to be punished. Whether for telling bad jokes or making really bad comics, soon, Knifekitten's many blades would seek out justice... in blood.