Jesus Christ!

Whyyyyyyyy! Why did you kill Tumbles!
Why would you want to kill Jellicles in the first place?

OMG that takes Talent (capital "T"!:) ) the one with tugger's hips cracked me up so much!

hey just read this its so funny I was laughing so much. if you continue you should do Alonzo.

You killed the second JESUS! DX How dare you!

Really funny xD I'll remember that when I get pissed off at Misto xD

How dare you! Get to the bath this instant! DON'T MAKE ME GET DEUTERONOMY!

This made me laugh so much I have feeling everyone in a three mile radius heard me. love love loved it

I read this story whenever I wanna be cheered up _ So sadistic, but so funny!

I know it's been a while since you last updated, but this is probably on my top 5 list of the most entertaining CATS fanfics I've read :D this is excellent.

The mice on automatic mop patrol? *hugest grin yet* This story is without doubt utterly faved, and the highest congratulations to you. I vote you kill Deme next. Or Bomba. That should be massive fun... *produces own evil grin and rubs hands together in cheesy anticipation*

“If Tugger and the others had to go before me, and they’ve been missing for the past few days,” Munkustrap starts, ignoring Mistoffelees’ comment. “Then that must mean that-”

“The pipe is going to cave in on the next full moon in the month of December when Pluto and Jupiter collide with a lot of purple swearing,” Mistoffelees says with a dead straight face. Everyone in the clearing stares at him.

“Purple swearing?” you ask. Mistoffelees nods solemnly.

“It’s not nice. You really don’t want to come across any purple swearing.”

“Why? What’s so bad about purple swearing?”

“It’s green.”

“…”

“…”

“Wait a minute. Exactly why are we talking about purple swearing that’s actually green when less than thirty seconds ago we were talking about killing Munku?” you ask.

“I just felt like changing the subject,” Mistoffelees shrugs.

*Hooray for you. That was the funniest bit in the whole thing. Runner-up is the mops...y'know...mopping Munku into oblivion. Wot!

I murdered the whole Jellicle tribe with a picture of John Partridge? And somehow survived him myself? Ok, that is made of six different kinds of win plus a side dish of awesome. I officially love you.

"You can practically hear his hips cheering with joy as they break free from the cat that forced them to swivel for so many years. Tugger watches them fly across the clearing with a wistful expression on his face – he liked those hips, they got him so much attention… He starts sharing happy hip-memories with you, until you tell him to look down. He does, and notices the gaping hole that is now occupying the place where his hips used to be.

“'Ow,' he whines, before collapsing from blood loss."

And then this-

"You manage to escape from her vice-like grip (which is way too strong for a kitten of her age and size. You start to suspect she may be on steroids), and wonder idly how you’ll kill her. "

Etcy...on steroids... and Tugger's hips detaching from the rest of his body... *dies* Congrats, you killed me without a stroke more on the keyboard than necessary. Wo! Go you!

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I'm not exactly sure what to add to this that wouldn't kill the lovely mood of bizarrosity you've created. So basically, you're good.

Oh jeeze- Tumble up the vacuum cleaner? *HUGE grin* That is so crazy I can't even begin to tell you...and it's funny in equal proportion!