The Adventures of Mr. Mittens

As you probably already think Mr. Mittens is a cute and cuddly, cat who prances in the flowers or is sitting in your lap next to you. Well guess what you're totally off. He isn't what you think. In fact, this so called Mr. Mittens is anything but soft little mittens. Mr. Mittens is more of the prime minister of evil and anything bad. So if you still want to know about the devil named Mittens, you may not be able to stop reading because Mr. Mittens probably set a spell on you. But if you can stop reading your one of the few lucky ones. So now that you know who Mr. Mittens is, let's get to normal day in the life of the demon Mr. Mittens.
A typical Tuesday morning for Mr. Mittens was pretty normal. at least for him. He would awake from his bed in the living room with a large yawn and darted straight outside as fast as a cheetah. He stretched out his legs and ran into the woods. now you are probably wondering why I called him evil, you'll see. So anyways, Mr. mittens needed some breakfast. so he decided to find some grub. When he reached the city, he found some other stray cats eating some scraps that they had found after begging for them at a local restaurant. "Hand them over before I start to starve." Mr. Mittens said

"No way, it took a long time to get these, go away." One of the cats responded.

"Look, you caught me in a good mood today. Just hand them over or things won't get pretty."

"Didn't you here me NO!" The other cat yelled.

"Alright you asked for it." Mr. Mittens brought out his claws and was just about to scratch the cat like it was a carnival game.

"Ahh, don't here take them you, beast." He ran away as fast as lightning. Mr. Mittens ate the food the cat had left happily like nothing happened.

After Mr. Mittens was done he walked back to his house to take a nap, he saw his owner (Mike) looking for Mr. Mittens on the porch. Mr. Mittens walked up the stairs of the porch to meet his owner. "where were you, you've been missing for a long time. So no treat for you. Now go inside," Mike yelled. Mr. Mittens was not in the mood so he just sat there like a log staring Mike Ianthe eyes like lasers. "What did I say Mr. Mittens go inside and stay away from me," Mike yelled, but Mr. Mittens just kept on staring with his green eyes darted on his owner. Mike was starting to get really mad he, so he picked up the cat, but that was a stupid thing to do. He forgot Mr. Mittens number one pet peeve. Don't ever pick him up. Mr Mittens eyes were wide as he was being pulled up and off the porch. Mr Mittens hated that, so he bit his owner right in the arm with as much force as a alligator. "OWWWW" Mike yelled. He dropped the cat as he was walking into the door to cover up his wound. Mr. Mittens ran through the door like a bird on fire. Mike ran inside as well, his arm covered in blood. He ran to the bathroom to wash it. As The warm water hit the bite it was beginning to stop bleeding.After he washed his arm, he threw a towel over it till he could get a real band-aid on it. Mr. Mittens ran down the basement stairs so he wouldn't get into anymore trouble, while snickering under his breath like it was a joke. When he got down there he jumped on the couch and hid under a blanket. He waited there for a long time till he fell asleep.

It was about 3:00 PM when Mr. Mittens awoke from his nap. He heard his owner calling his name while he was coming down the stairs. "Mittens, Mr. Mittens, where are you,"  Mike had been looking for Mr. Mittens for a while to see what he was up to. But Mr. Mittens was just about enough of him for one day. Mike was getting closer to Mr. Mittens by the second. As he was almost hovering of Mr. Mittens, he heard Mr. Mittens breathing under the blanket. "Now I know where you are, because you really hurt me. Now get up you sleepy head," Mike said. While Mike was pulling off the blanket on Mr. Mittens he didn't see him, until, Mr. Mittens sprung into action leaping onto Mike's face as he was pulling the blanket off of Mr. Mittens. Mr. Mittens lashed out onto Mike's face with his claws jabbing him in the face. He knocked Mike, clean on his butt. "OWWW," Mike cried. Mr. Mittens was still on top of Mike's face while Mike was down on the floor. Mr. Mittens was licking his face to make up for it. "Get off of me you're in so much trouble. Mike ran up stairs to patch up his face again. Mr. Mittens followed him up the stairs. Mike ran to the bathroom to wash his face. Mr. Mittens was waiting at the door while Mike was in pain, again. After Mike was done he saw. Mittens looking at him looking kind of said. With his big eyes and black fur. "Just get out of my way cat you've cost me to much pain for one day. Just go away." Mike said. Mike charged out of the bathroom and into his living room to watch some TV. Mr. Mittens was kind of said he hurt Mike. So he wanted to make it up for him. After he took a nap.

It was about 8:00 PM when Mr. Mittens woke up. He still saw Mike watching TV. So Mr. Mittens walked up to him with what was supposed to be a smile. "What do you what Mittens go away, because you better not hurt me again." Mike said with a glare in his eyes.  Mr. Mittens jumped onto the couch and sat in Mike's lap, purring. "Well if you can be nice then that's fine with me. Just don't kill me if I fall asleep, ok." Mike said with a smile. Mr. Mittens kept on purring till they both fell asleep, together.

Well, I guess Mr. Mittens isn't that bad after all. You just need to give him a chance. Oh and don't pick him up or you'll see for yourself what a bad kitty he really is.