Alright folks. Show me your fighter.
Today, mine's Cinder. Coming in at a lean mean 13 pounds, she's the length of a Cadillac and fuzzy like a slipper.
Beware: KNIFE FINGERS.
Fiasco wrestles under the stage name Local Small Bastard Man, a crowd favourite, pretty good at sass, not very good at anything else. Killed a fruit once.
Ruth - Seven and a half pounds of Feral Rescue, who runs a daily protection racket: "Wake up and feed me, or I start destroying things you love."
Though she be but little, she is fierce.
Team Rocket, you'll only rarely catch one of them alone. On left weighing in at 10 lbs is River who's jaguar drop from the cat tower will knock the wind from you. On right Rigel, weighing in at 8 lbs but don't let that fool you as he is secretly an octopus with switchblades.
Winston Aidan “Widget” Murray, weighing in at 14lb. He has a three-foot reach, can open doors, and can redirect in midair to change directions 90 degrees.
Goose aka ‘Goosifer’, ‘Goosious’, Sir Wigglebutt of the West Hampton Wigglebutts, 13lbs. Lightning fast rat killer. So smart he knocks when he wants inside. Caution: has been known to rip apart doors when he can’t get inside fast enough.
Handling not recommended if you’re made of screen door.
Behold Endora, rescued from the mean streets of Compton as an exceptionally sick kitten, who grew to become 10 pounds of rarely seen, absolutely silent predator. I’ve had her a year and I still can’t pick her up. She has knife hands and strong feelings about everything. They’ll never see her coming.
My fighter is Fiona aka My Tiny Tyrant. She weighs 12 pounds and she can destroy you with her FionaGlare™️ as easily as she can destroy you or your sofa with her murder claws.
Hodor. 115kg. Monster truck of a dog, gentle giant but will squash you to death trying to get on your lap, or break your neck when you slip in a pile of his Slobber.
I feel that. It was too of mind because I slipped in a puddle last night after their game of biteyface, smashed both knees, a foot, and my laptop, sprained my hip and my neck. Sore as hell today, they're lucky they're cute.
Puca: 8 pounds but made of knives. I own rose gauntlets for when I have to do anything she doesn't like, which is a lot of things. She rips through regular leather work gloves. Anybody who is not me who bothers her will lose a lot of skin.
Houdini.
~10 months old.
9.2 lbs.
Although currently on the mend from his recent unauthorized adventures outside, this kitten has big plans… and an even bigger tail. The belly is a trap I fall for every time.
