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Louise

Killing You Softly

About Me

My name is Louise and I am 5. I steal your breath while you sleep.
If you are looking at this page, I don't like you. In fact, I can't wait to get my razor-sharp claws into your neck. There's something about your face that doesn't agree with me. Perhaps you could use some stripes. Crimson stripes.
I am known by many names, but you will know me simply as Louise, aka Hate Nails, aka Mistress of Breath, aka Whiskaface Killa, aka Lady L., aka Death on Four Legs, aka Pain Cave, aka Luscious Leadpaw, aka Pussy Gore Galore, aka The Maim Dame, aka Apocalypse Meow, aka Terror Claws, aka Princess Whiplash, aka Tail-O, aka Madame Throatbite.
You don't want to meet me anywhere. I will carve out your eyes and sup at your brainstem. You're a maggot and deserve to suffer.
************************************************************ **** "Thou art the Great Cat, the avenger of the gods, and the judge of words, and the president of the sovereign chiefs and the governor of the holy Circle; thou art indeed…the Great Cat"
During the reign of the Pharaohs, it was considered a capital crime to kill or injure a cat, even if the cat died through an unfortunate accident. If a house caught fire, the rule went like this—cats first, humans second. If a cat should die of natural causes the entire household went into elaborate mourning with chanting and pounding of chests as an outward sign of grief. The body of the cat had to be wrapped in linen and delivered to the priest who inspected the cat's body to be certain the cat had died a natural death.
After death the cat's body was embalmed, wrapped again in linen, decorated and either buried in special cemeteries or entombed in temples. Thousands of cat mummies were preserved in a huge temple at Bubastis. Mouse mummies were also found in the tombs, to assure that the cat had food for the journey into the afterlife. In fact, the Egyptians so loved their cats that cats mummies far and away out numbered human mummies found in Egypt. Over 300,000 cat mummies were found in one excavation alone at Beni-Hassan in the 1800s.

My Interests

Grievous bodily harm, wet towels, catnip, sunbeams, vivisection, clean litter, rough petting, plucking tendons, bloodletting, hair ties, plastic bags, gibbeting, small empty boxes, fake mice

I'd like to meet:

Mephistopheles, Mussolini, Julie Newmar

Music:

Cat Stevens, Pussy Galore, Small Faces, Fang, Faster Pussycat, Hatebreed

Movies:

Wildcats, Cat People, Bloodfeast, Invocation of My Demon Brother, Milo and Otis

Television:

Keeps me warm, but I prefer a wet towel on the bathroom floor.

Books:

Reading is for the weak. As is bathing.

Heroes:

Torquemada, Countess Bathory, Marquis de Sade, Queen Mary I, Josef Mengele, Morris

My Blog

I bet I could swim

I've been spending a lot of time around the bathtub, getting familiar with the idea of being all wet and keeping water out of my nose.  Sometimes I hang out in the sink.  It's about time I s...
Posted by Louise on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 06:24:00 PST

I Love Children

They are delicious.   R.I.P. Tim and Smudge. 
Posted by Louise on Wed, 29 Mar 2006 04:51:00 PST

I'd rather enjoy watching you die

Slowly bleeding to death on the kitchen floor, fingers clutching at the gaping wound that was once your face.  I told you I was hungry.  Must we always learn the hard way?  Peasant. &n...
Posted by Louise on Mon, 20 Feb 2006 03:18:00 PST