So her name is Hazel. She is very mischievous. She relishes in carnage and destruction. She can often be found knocking cards off of the mantle piece, displaying great apathy toward the many pleas requesting she did not. She enjoys chasing springs. It’s a game to her. She is the hunter and the springs are her prey. She darts toward them the second they are thrown, and carries them between her fangs toward you, ready to be thrown again. Oh, how troublesome is this feline. How much calamity can one kitty cause? I don’t know, but I’m sure I’m bound to find out.
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