Pûnkass

I am a gray and white striped tabby with really big fangs. Huge scary fangs. I have many special talents but I am mostly known for my ability to curl up in a ball like a potato bug and for causing mayhem and disharmony wherever I go. I live for a good ruckus.
First off, If you really want to get to know me, let me dispell some rumors that are floating around out there about creatures like myself.

MYTH: Cats eyes shine at night because they are casting out the light they gather during the day.
TRUTH: Total bunk! How can I gather daylight when I'm sleeping all day? Huh?
MYTH: Stepping over a cat brings bad luck.
TRUTH: It's worse than that. It exposes your most vulnerable parts if you miss and step on me.
MYTH: Cats always land on their feet.
TRUTH: Oh yeah? Then how'd I get these lumps on my head?
MYTH: When a cat's whiskers droop, it's going to rain.
TRUTH: When my whiskers droop, it means it's already raining and I'm wet.
MYTH: To keep a cat from straying, put butter on its paws.
TRUTH: I won't stray because no one's here to open the door. Just try putting butter on my paws. Do you reaaallly want to try and put butter on my paws ??? **evil grin** heh heh
MYTH: A cat has nine lives.
TRUTH: Well, okay, this one's true! I have one can of it right here in front of me, it's beef, and I know there's at least two more four-packs behind that cabinet door. But it's not the brand of choice for all cats, though.
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