I jerked away as any kitty would, pulling the wand part right out of the Human's hand, and raced UTB trailing that toy behind me. The Human did all she could to coax me out, but I was not making a sound. So despite the fact that it was 10:30 p.m., she ripped the bedding off the bed, tipped the [very heavy --Ed.] queen-size mattress up against the wall, pulled the box springs off in another direction, practically weeping with certainty I had been strangulated by now. I, of course, had escaped at the first sign of mattress tipping, leaving that murderous toy behind.
Fast forward to last night. I was hanging around the Human's desk, practically begging for playtime. Thinking surely I must have recovered from my scare, the Human actually dragged out that Instrument of Death and dangled it before me. Kitties, I kept my composure, I did. I walked calmly into the living room.
But she did not leave well-enough alone. She followed me! Brandishing that THING in front of her. Well, Kitties, I admit it: I losted it. I screamed and hissed and hissed and screamed and ran for cover and hissed some more. I stayed hidden for two or three HOURS. To her credit, the Human came in and crooned, "I'm sorry, Spitty, I'm sooooo sorry" to me UTB. I did not reply.
Finally I emerged from the bedroom into the hallway, where I sat, tiny and fearful, for awhile longer. Then she insensitively snapped a photo. What's wrong with her?
Outcome: The Nekofly is going to live with the Cousins and I am getting anything I want for the foreseeable future. I'm calling it a draw.
Resident Evil: 1
Tiny & Fearful Spitty: 1