Back when I was young little ape
I was exploring my friends back garden (snigger) looking for treasure/porn/buried civil war swords.

We were, all in all, having a smashing day simply beings boys, climbing stuff, breaking stuff and generally enjoying a sunny outdoor pre computer game world.

Our explorations eventually took us to the back of the old garage, which according to my fellow conspiritor was still full of rubbish from the previous owners who had moved out over ten years ago.

A quick sortie turned up nothing of interest,but it had exposed a massive floral sofa pushed flush against the rear wall.

Mustering all the strength our frankly stick thin arms could manage we prised the forlorn DFS reject from the wall to expose the potential treasures behind.

What we saw frankly made us both jump a little and then laugh manically.

It was a mummified cat!

The poor wretched creature must have been trapped behind the sofa all those years before and died of starvation. It was flat as a pancake along it's vertical axis, and its mouth was gaping , teeth exposed as it exclaimed it's final strangled meow at the cruel world that had led to it's awful fate.

With the help of gloves, a stick and a lot of, "oh urggh you touched it!" we managed to extract the mousing Mumra and we skipped happily back out into the light with our crispy spoils.

What to do? What to do? We pondered, and with some sort of divine intervention our sisters giggled their way around the corner, probably talking about boys/ponies/sylvanian families.

This was too good an opportunity to miss and a plan was soon hatched so fiendish in it's inception even a 'devious plan' think tank including the pure evil of Hitler, my old French teacher and robert Kilroy Silk could not have bettered it.

We climbed to a level of the garden slightly above our, obviously, stinky sisters and launched the flattened feline like an undead frisbee from hell!!!

It flew with the grace of a swallow and the excocet accuracy of a peregrin falcon towards it's targets and as it reached the point of no return my friend wailed at the top of his lungs.

"MEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWARRGHHHHH"!

Just the sound a mummified, undead frisbee cat would make I'm sure you'll agree.

The sisters looked skywards, the sisters screamed and the sisters in their haste to escape this flying hell cat jumped and ran into each other so hard that my sister lost a tooth.

I swear to God something popped inside me I was laughing so hard.

The punitive measures bought down by our parents were harsh, but by God it was worth it.
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 14:39, 6 replies)

What other sound...
could a 'mummified, undead frisbee cat' possibly make?

*click*
( Moey, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 15:07, closed)

Hahahaaaa!
Take THAT, stinky girls! Proof that boys are best :D *click*
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 15:36, closed)

"the mousing Mumra"
hahaha excellent story, BIG clicky.

Thank god someone actually managed to lighten up this depressing qotw!
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 15:47, closed)

New keyboard needed
After I nearly choked on my orange juice, spat it all over the keys and then cried myself silly with my head on the thing.

I salute you, sir!

*click*
(Jamie and his magic bat You can bump n' grind, it is good for your mind, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 16:14, closed)

Cats hide to be alone when they die.
So less likely a trapped cat that starved, and more likely a dying cat that hid itself away behind the sofa to be alone.

Less disturbing that way, at least.

Flying cat...hehe.
(Musuko, Fri 29 Feb 2008, 13:05, closed)

Go Boys!
In your face girly girls, boys have no fear of touching dead cats.

thats a Click McClick for you, in a qotw which has been largely devoid of clickingness.
(JasperSinister is offering two tickets to the gun show, Fri 29 Feb 2008, 13:43, closed)