TheBengalBrats want to play usually at around 3 am.
Throwing them off the bed doesn’t work, teaching them to fly
Momentarily slows them down.

They are not ordinary cats, they are TheBengalBrats.
I’m fairly certain that these creatures are periodically possessed.

They can be, oh so innocent, so loving, cuddly, and downright affectionate.
And then, the wild cats appear, biting, chewing, snarling and howling.

The Bengal Brats don’t enter a room, they storm it.
They can leap 12 foot barriers with ease.

Closed doors are a matter of hilarity.
You want privacy in the shower the bathroom,
tough luck sorry to be you is the reply your most likely to get.

Heaven help you if you swat a cat.
Of course your bleeding my 19 inch nails ripped your neck.
Want to try it again is another common challenge.

Until, the demon light fades from their eyes.
Oh wait it is she who feeds us the human Pet, oops.
She is the Giver of all food including that stinky goodness, and toys.

Then it’s TheBengalBrats doing the beat feet, fast retreat.
My brother did it.
Honest well Ok, Someone did it.
Not I.

Just as the alarm goes off, I look up and see this.

Heh.

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