The Mutaliated Story Of Snowy And Stumpy.

"Stinky."
"No, its Stumpy, Snowhead."
"Its Ms Snowy for you, Stinky."
Stumpy growled ferociously, his dog/cat DNA pulsing with anger in him.
"What do you want..", Stumpy hesitated, looking at the odds of him beating Snowy's guts up, "...Ms Snowy."
The lady cat smirked, and lept down from her stone sedan.
"Well, well, well. Getting smarter, are we, Stinky?"
Stumpy backed into a tree, whining, his dog DNA overpowering his cat's.
"Pathetic!" Ms Snowy flicked a manicured paw at him. "If not for the cat socks, I would long have ended your miserable life!"
Stumpy stared at her. Cat socks?, he thought, the wheels in his brain clanking.
"Where is it?" she hissed angrily.
"Oh, you mean this?"
Stinky held up a pair of woollen stockings he had been found while digging up a non-existant bone.
Snowy sighed, the fur on her nose fluttered unsightly.
"No, stupid...cat stockings!"
Stumpy stared at her again, as uncomprehendingly as before.
Snowy paced around the dark alleyway anxiously.
"Oh no... Mistress is going to kill me for dumping it...noo..."
Then Stumpy grinned, showing sharp canines as well as his inner intelligence.
"Hey, stupid. I got what you want!"
Snowy whirled around to find Stumpy holding up a pair of lousily knitted cat stockings. "Now I know why you dumped them, stupid!"
Stumpy turned tail and ran.
And then he groaned, blinked twice and started to swear.
"Cat crap! Why of anywhere I could go, I went into a dead end?!"

To Be Continued...

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