I have no idea where this came from. I found it in a text file of random writings of mine lying unorganized around my file.

Okay kiddos. Story time. Gather round...

Delmarco the Cat

Chapter 1:

Once upon a time, there was a small kitten who went by the name of Delmarco SanLucas. Delmarco was, to say the less, ordinary, being he mingled of the other felines and participated in their social frolicking. However, one day Delmarco was approached by a rather large kitten, one who didn't necessarily fit in with the other kittens. He introduced himself as "Sancho the Fantastic," quite a name for a kitten of his caliber and splendor.

"Meow!" mewed Delmarco. "Are you here to mingle and frolick with us Mr. Sancho?!" he exclaimed in an excited tone.

"No..." said Sancho in a less then excited sounding voice. "And you may also refer to me as 'General Sancho the Fantastic.' But without further adue, I would like to inform you and your family that you have been drafted into the Great League of Honorary Felin Marines to fight in the great war against the Noble Formation of Bird and Mouse Enthusiast Guerilla Zombie Pirate Ninjas."

"Does this mean I get to frolick and play with kittens across the world!?" replied Delmarco, eyes bright with enchantment.

"No you ignorant street kitten! This is a war! This is a time you get to protect the honor and dignity of your race!" growled Sancho, slapping Delmarco across the face.

"Ow! But I dun wanna do dat! I wanna just sit on the street and look cute!"

"Shut up and get on the train!"

Delmarco did as he was told. His eyes widened as he noticed many other kittens about his age.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!" he screamed in a stupor of excitement.

Many cats surrounded him exchanging odd looks.

"Yo new cat!" said a voice from behind him. "You wanna buy some fine Persian heroin?"

Before he could answer, a voice blared out on the intercom. "ACH TU... er.... ATTENTION! YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED TO TAKE DOWN THE NOBLE FORMATION OF BIRD AND MOUSE ENTHUSIEST GUERILLA ZOMBIE PIRATE NINJAS! FEAR ME! FOR I AM YOUR LEADER!"

It stops here... I'm glad. I must have written this when I was in a really odd mood. I think I'm growing tentacles. Radioactive tentacles. Radioactive tentacles made out of string cheese.