He walked up the stairs and there it was

He walked up the stairs and there it was

My mother, she was standing naked at the top of the stairs, with one leg kicked up in the air.

Her other six legs kept time with a tainted metronome she alone could hear. Every tap of her macabre dance sent ripples of displease out into the great beyond. But still there was

cheer. Blast it. She would defeat happiness even if meant using all twelve legs and her screeching voice. She added her song to her terrible death dance.

Everyone was stunned by her high-pitched screeching and bedazzled by all six sets of her dancing legs. No one dared deny her applause, for fear any of her eight arms should avenge

them. She was pleased with their approval (false as it was), but then one of her nine eyes spotted a spoiler. There sat Grace in the corner, her own legs & arms crossed in defiance

mode. Grace was like that. A red-blooded contrarian. Grace's default was to hate McDonald's unless she was in a group of people disclaiming any recent visits to McDonald's.

That of course meant the Queen could lie on tne counter anytime she ease Up on it and meowed loudly enough. Her offspring were largely tabbies who love to eat horse meat and fi

ggy pudding. The entire litter was indoctrinated in caring less from birth and each one excelled brushing off the Queen's decrees with nary a tail wag. The Queen, would have none