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You know, that is actually rather annoying.

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Exceedingly so, really.

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Wish I could blame someone for it.

But it's my own damn fault.

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Still, as annoying as it is, it's almost worth it.

The screams were so satisfying.

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He had it coming, really he did.

I could only take so much before I had to act.

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He should have known better than to push me.

One can only suppress such strong possessive instincts for so long.

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I'm not known for my self-control, after all.

And it was her fault too, for bringing him here in the first place.

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I don't like roommates taking over my space.

Especially when they steal her affection away from me.

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I made it quite clear from the very first day that he wasn't welcome, either in our lives or in our house.

But she still wanted him, so he got to stay.

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So he had his place, and as long as he stayed there I'd leave him alone.

But no, that wasn't good enough for him.

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He monopolized her, demanding her time and attention, her love.

And she grew cold to me, preferring him over me.

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But I was here first, buddy! She is mine!

You should have known I would fight for her.

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All I had to do was wait. Patiently, quietly, watching.

Wait until she left us alone.

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So arrogant you were, convinced that she'd protect you.

But I don't live for her commands like you did.

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I love remembering it, how you made that first move, the fatal one.

You left your place . . . and I struck.

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Short, yes, but oh so sweetly satisfying.

Your struggles, the screams, and finally victory.

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I wonder what she'll say when she finds us like this.

Me dominating you, putting you back in your place.

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You're mine now, not hers, always and forever.

I won.

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But that is really getting annoying.

Figures you'd manage to piss me off even now.

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Really . . . . . . .

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Annoying . . . . . .

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"YEEAARRGGGHHHHHH!!!!"

Leaping up with a snarl, I attack the annoyance. Stop dripping, damn you!

It swings back and forth limply under my blows, but the dripping doesn't stop.

It only increases into a steady flow, a solid line of liquid that patters on the floor, sending tiny droplets scattering across the tile.

Some splashes on me and I grimace with distaste, retreating to a safe distance.

I hate getting wet.

But at least the dripping stops.

I leave the kitchen and curl up sedately on the couch, all mine once again.

Yes, it was worth it.

She should be home any time now.

A jingle and click at the door signals her arrival, and I smile to myself as I cuddle into the cushions.

She is all mine again, like she's supposed to be.

She greets me absently as she juggles her purse and books and keys, and I watch as she walks into the kitchen.

I hope she likes the present I left her. I flex with anticipation.

Ah, yes. There was the scream. Beautiful, love.

She comes storming back in, and I purr to see the blood on her hands. Behind her I could see the body sprawled on the cage.

"Mr. Cuddles, how could you?"

Oh, quite easily and happily, I assure you.

As long as it means he is gone and you are all mine.

"What did Binky ever do to you?"

You know I love you, but sometimes you are incredibly stupid.

The bunny only got what he deserved.

I stretch and start licking the blood off my paws.

After all, what else a cat's to do when you bring fresh prey in the house?