This kitten reminds me of the time when I saved a small village in eastern Europe from a pack of giant bloodthirsty kittens. I was traveling the the country side minding my own business, when I came into a town. The majority of the population had taken refuge in a large church near the center of the village. I entered the church to find out what was going on. They welcomed me coldly as though I was an agent of the kittens or some kind of spy. After learning of how the murderous kittens had destroyed and ravaged the town I grew hot with rage. I set out the next morning to stop these vile creatures from harming the town ever again. I carried with me only my walking stick as a weapon. Upon entering the evil kittens lair I stealthily progressed through the maze of caves and tunnels. When I finally came to the large cavern that the demonic kittens inhabited I went blind white with rage and attacked without mercy. I woke up in the church two weeks later. Apparently I had slew the kittens but sometime in the battle the horrible beasts had bitten both of my legs clean off. They said that after I didn't return for a week they thought I was dead. But when the kittens didn't attack they came looking for me. Luckily for me a master surgeon lived in the village and was able to reattach my legs.
