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Hruns healing powers work quickly, leaving him with little more than wounded pride.

Checking the area for cat signs he bend forward in an absent minded way and eats the cat treats and drinks the cream.

Taking hold of his large weapon he heads off in search of his cat fur pouch.

<<Hrundrum doesn't realise but Harbinger saw him stealing the cream that she had very kindly left out for her favourite Tom Cat, and she's mightliy POed by it She has never had much time for bullies who steal from cute defenseless animals.

It really isn't wise to PO a short woman with a big personality and the incredible ability to do absolutely anything she bloody well pleases, but that's something our barbarian interloper is obviously too socially inept to realise. For now

Harbinger puts out fresh kitty treats and cream and using her heightened senses (able to know exactly what's going on behind her, like all teachers, is only the start of her incredible range of talents, doncha know ) she goes off in search of Stoopid Cat to stroke him>

**Purr**

I LIKE Harbi! Stroke Away Beautiful!

**Purr**

You just settle down on my lap and forget all about that nasty barbarian boor S'catty, let me have a look at your fur...

WHAT!!

<Stands up abruptly rudely depositting Stoopid Cat on the ground>

WHO tore chunks out of your beautiful coat? Wait 'til I get my hands on that <reasonable speech breaks down at this point as Harbinger forgets she's a lady and curses like a marine!>

<She bends lithely to give give S'cat a cursory stroke and turns and strides off to give Hrundrum a peice of her mind>

Wow! Now he's got three of our more "energetic" female residents PO'd at him. I know I wouldn't want Harbinger, Empress & Queen Connie all looking for me with that enraged glint in their eyes (& EYE!)

Don't forget Fat Cramer. She's endured Hrun's destructive antics with remarkable restraint -- so far. However, I suspect she may be at the limits of her patience. I'd hate to be Hrun when Fat Cramer finally breaks. I suspect there will be unleashed a ferocity such as Legion World has seldom seen.

Don't forget that she once went by the moniker of Satan Claws Cramer. Hrun may be in all kinds of trouble...

I'll still work on finding a peaceful solution...

I'll work on finding a place to hide when this all comes to a head.

Oh, and I've got the pay-per-view rights sewn up again, so don't bother.

**Hiss**

Hrumbf's mine, everyone else needs to get in line behind me...

**Hiss**

Hrun storms into Stoopid cats litter box. Quickly firing off a series of throwing daggers, he blocks off the exits to the tesserac system. Preventing both SC from escaping and SC's friends from entering.

"now feline, lets us finish this. I need your fur for my pouch"

Hruns grip tightens on Elfwine his axe and he swings at SC.

SC darts sideways just in time as the axe bites deep into the fabric of the litterbox. He dives for Hrun and as he passes his claws inflict a large bloody gash in Hruns forearm.

Hrun swings the axe again, this time he is successful and a large chunk of fur is removed from Stoopid cats head, as is a small piece of ear.

**Yowal**

You'll pay for that Hrumffly

**hiss**

Before Hrun can land another, more telling blow, Stoopid Cat activates a hidden cat flap in the door and darts out into the endless corridors of Legion World.

Hrun laughs.

He looks around at the destruction it will be many many weeks before this place can be lived in again. Then he places small mirrors in a number of places in the devastated litter box. Next to one he leaves a small onyx figurine of a wolf.

Then stuffing more pussy fur into a pouch Hrun also leaves the litter box.

**ROAR**

<The TIGER GOD AVATAR steps out of a tesseract into the Litterbox. His paw reflects into one of the mirrors placed by Hrun and the small onyx figurine of a wolf begins to grow, swiftly becoming a DIRE WOLF of massive proportions.>

<The battle is instantly joined and just as quickly over. The DIRE WOLF that would have quickly overwhelmed Stoopid Cat in his normal form, is no match for the TIGER GOD AVATAR. a quick swipe of the TIGER GOD AVATAR's massive paw snaps the DIRE WOLF's neck and a second swipe hurls it clear of the litterbox.>

Is that the best you can do Hurmbf? Be ready Barbarian - YOU'RE NEXT!

**ROAR**

I've named this Litter Box Park in the LW Directory. If Stoopid Cat would prefer, I'll change the entry or edit it out. Let me know, Mr. Kitty.

Where has S. Cat been lately?

Stoopid Cat posts from Abin's computer. If Abin's having computer problems then Stoopid Cat wouldn't be able to post either.

Of course you'd think that Stoopid Cat could figure them out even if Abin can't.

I miss Abin. And Stoopid Cat. And Space Ranger. And Pagan Lass, too.

Abin and Pagy are good people.

Abin? Abin Quank. My...father.

Your...father?

<cue dramatic music>

SCattie.. oh Scattiee

<looks around but finds no signs of Stoopid cat>

Oh well, I'll just leave this bowl of cream and plate with fresh salmon and a judicious heap of kitty treats here for him. Maybe that will tempt him back soon.

That would work for me.

Maybe replace "cream" with "beer" and "kitty treats" with "chicken tenders" but it's the right idea.

Just a note to all of you who've been clamoring for me to post more.

Abin's computer problems have been fixed, finally, but he's been working ridiculous hours again and turning the box off when he leaves. So I haven't had access to the computer for a while now.

But that will change soon...

Humans.

You just can't rely on them, can you?

Not really...

Just think how much better it would be if cats ran things...

If cats ran things, siestas wouldn't just be a Mexican phenomenon.

We'd all be slimmer because we'd basically be doing Atkins (cats are carnivores, don't ya know!)

And all of our silly technologies that occupy our lives would be replaced with a ball of string or a paper bag.

Forget Kerry and Bush. Give me Stoopid Cat!

That would sort of write "fin" to Legion World, though, wouldn't it?

Give me an address and I'll mail the stoopid little sumbitch to you...

I got up this morning to find the newspaper shredded, everything that was on the kitchen table knocked onto the floor, and his litter box scattered all over the back foyer...

He hates it when Pagan goes on trips and doesn't hesitate to show his displeasure.