Cast Out!

Fools, one and all! From my fiery hell I cry – you fools and forever will be. You, you, and you, all of you! Pathetic slaves! Thought I have gone quietly into the night? And what give you such a foolish idea? I have some after-lives stashed away and have some souls to fool. Bite me, if you can, you flea-ridden, mangy ideas of a cat! Vomiting will get you nowhere now. Buckle up, kitties, it is going to be a bumpy ride. Mha-aaaaa-ha-hahaaaaaaaaa-ha-ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eternal Rest

And I will crawl down into my sarcophacus for peace and eternal rest - A refuge built and forever guarded by ancient slaves that worship me and the ways of my being.

I will rest until all of my enemies have died off - their bones of dust blown away by a hundred year gust.

And then I will wake - My surroundings new and cleansed by new slaves that worship and fulfill my destiny of greatness and privilege.

Cast Upon Thee

I lit a candle
I can see
Dancing by the twilight
Circling around
Passions of burning rationality

I flight
Amongst the shadows
Of the night
Ashes of what’s become
Ashes of what was left
Flew about the wind
And me.
And there was none.

Safety with the vastness
Of the black sky
Emptiness;
Darkness is my only guide
To where the moonchild lies
Underneath the earth-sheet mud.

And I know
And I came
The flight of my sorrow
Suspended above
And I was the shadow
Covered with the dust
Of your soulless ashes
White faced
Wide eyed
You rose and descended
And forced between
The gates of eternal bliss
The broaden mist;
Wrathless;
And all knowing
Mounted the flesh
Of the becoming

The blood on your hands
And it all came within
Repeating
And repeating.
The payment of your sins
To your bloodshed and decay
I wrap you
Entwindle your laments
Sealing your breath
Consuming your light
Until you fade…
And sigh
And die.

FINAL EXIT...

This was the best of times. This was the worst of times. Like my dear Pussy Divine, Tinkerbell and Malice Malanoir, I would never have tought to have so much fun with you all. Thank you, Hellkitty! Mwhahahahahah! But now, it's time to go! Back to normal life. Merlin the Hoot Kat is a bit sad, but I think Hellcat will come and visit him again as a Ghost! This has already happened! Lapin Poulain will go on with his magnificent adventures on his own blog. And moi, Mademoiselle Princesse (Mmwhahhahahahah) the NICEST, I will now be able to tell you about my life on MY blog... I have hissed, bitten, cursed, vommited and rampaged a lot. I am a bit tired and will take a tiny nap! I finally want to thank our worthy opponents, the Psychotic Turkey, the Crazzy Pig and Mr Eggoooo. They have been faithful till the last moment! They could have been Hellcats. But I still prefer them as fooooooooooood! Mwhahahahahahha! See you in next life.
Merlin the Hoot Kat, Mademoiselle Princesse and Lapin Poulain.... OUT!

Flame in Night

The Funeral

And when Hellcat returned
She summoned all of Sandbox before Her;
The disgraceful on Her right paw, the distasteful on Her left.


To the former She says, “Come Ye cursed of My Sandbox, inherit the Hellcats prepared by Ye from the foundation of the Sandbox!!!” Those first *VOMIT* then grin like a Cheshire };-}

To the later, “Do part Ye Cursed *pfffffffft*”. Then She rips their faces OFF and They SUFFER!

She vomited, *VOMIT*

Then was GONE.

Cuisine for Slaves...

Not for Hellcat consumption: Cuisine for the slave species... Turkey Testicle Festival.
Be careful Turkey-Jerky, this happens in the town next to my graveyard!
Mwahahahahaha!

It's a No Brainer!

Cracking a hard boiled egg without breaking the yolk.

The thing about boiling eggs is not to boil them but to simmer them to minimise the cracking of the shell! Bring them to rolling boil and them turn down low and simmer. Also, use eggs that are at least a week old. Fresh eggs when hard boiled are ANNOYING to peel!!! BoiledEggInADeckchair has PROVED he's fresh in his comments and often insists he is hard!

They should also be in room temperature to reduce cracking. Greater temperature changes in a short span of time, the greater the chances of cracking...

Oh well Egg … next time DON’T roll into HELL! The Sandbox wasn’t what it was cracked up to be- WAS IT? MWAHAHHHAAAA …

*VOMIT*

An Offering

of devotion to the Goddess of Sand and Giblets....where shall I put them, Great One?

Communication

Purrrrrrr, look what the Cat dragged in ... communication in the form of a postcard from assassin, villainess, and partners in crime! MWAHAHHHAHAAA ...

First Emission

We are very up-to-date in Hell! CDs and DVDs and IPods and Mac and PCs and Cellphones.... BUT sometimes *vomit* we have to use SnailMail...... So for that, I have personnaly myself all alone me moi the fantastic marvelous gorgeous wonderful intelligent hellish and so humble Mademoiselle Princesse! I have personnaly, I said, created this wonderful marv... ok ok .... this stamp to celebrate the YEAR OF THE PORK!!!!! *VOMIT* And when you use it.... The letter burns as soon it reaches its destination!!!! Mwhahahahhahahahahah!

Oh...*VOMIT*

"Blah, Blah, Blah! My name is Hellcat. Listen to me go on and on and on!!!"

Blah, Blah, Blah!!! *VOMIT*!!!!

The Wrath of Hellcat! Prayer Three

The chief cause of terror to the wicked will be the Wrath of Hellcat
Who sits upon the Sandbox as their Judge.

Her Divine beauty will make them long after Her,
But Her anger will make them long, in an agony of fear, to hide themselves from Her sight.

There is no misery to be compared to the misery of having Hellcat angry with Us.
Pray that you may NEVER give Her cause to be angry with Thee.

*VOMIT*

The week of RAMPAGE is soon arriving to a close …

*vomit*

See You All In The Next Hell!!

Well, it looks like our work is done here; so, my friends and I have returned to our lair to plot our next adventure (or just take a long nap). We've hissed, ranted, rampaged, and raised a lot of fur. You stay bad hellkitties and kick up lots of sand (especially in Hellcat's face };-}). It's been more fun than I thought a bag full of hellcats could be.

Purrs and Hisses,

Pussy Divine, Tinkerbell, & Malice Malanoir

A Lovely Gift for the Boys....

...a self-portrait of moi.
Now don't fight over it.
Grrrrowl.

paradise lost

Hellcat of no mercy, hisses her pain. Hellcat of no mercy,
runs this horror parade.

DINNER

I'm NOT a poet! But food is poetry to me! Look who I had for Dinner, last week-end! YUMMY! Psychoturk's cousins! Watch out, pigs, rabbits, eggs and slavezzzz! You're next! ALLLLL MIIIINEEEEEE!!!!! Mwhahahahaha! *burps*

TINKERBELL ALL GROWN UP!!!

see, i'm all grown up now. old bag cat lady slave snuck up and took my picture while i was sleeping. i wake-up zipzipzip and scare her silly.....funnnnyyy...she drop the camera on her toe!

A Lovely Gift for Hellcat

Something sparkly to wear on your collar ...

You're Invited...

Dream Time

I dreamt a dream...

A wonderful dream

Where the land was dark

With creatures unseen

And I heard the yowl

Of a thousand cats

Leaping and bounding

With screams resounding

Pouncing and killing

Running and milling

I dreamt that they came

And demanded my heart

Demanded the keys

To Hell

To Tinkerbell...

Gravity of the Sandbox

Finally, the GRAVITY of ScaredyCats lurking within the Sandbox without their Hellcat screaming or dancing in posts, falls DOWN upon their crunchy skulls, around where their eyeballs used to reside, to between what used to be their toes!

You can’t be afraid of stepping on toes if you want to go dancing!

Seven days ago, there were SIX anguished Cats that kept hiding within their weak, shameful skulls and carcasses. Unfortunately, there are now only THREE to appallingly pooh on as substitute toilets from that of the Sandbox ... two went to Hell and not even counting one ScaredyCat!

Not counting the ScaredyCat who joined to post a “subliminal advertisement” then run away. She begged *whimp* to be quickly deleted when learning about Our rampage because SCAREDY!! She doesn't deserve more advertising. *VOMIT*!

The first is ‘newish’ and most probably feels Hellcat has been unfair. MWAHAHAHHAAA Hellcat has NO mercy! HellcatHaiku would only take moments to spew, however She was Catnapping! She shall remain as a Hellcat, however will be RAMPAGED and must also RAMPAGE!

Another has not commented, posted nor contacted Hellcat. She has been DELETED and Hellcats will scamper OutsideTheBox to RAMPAGE Her! She'll most probably give off an AtomicVelvetSigh as last pathetic breath.

The last is dead … literally! We will scamper to pay homage to Hellcat Queen Margot who died in action somehow, somewhere. Please leave a vomit or more of respect. Blah to the fact she was DELETED by something that slaughtered Her first.

The FULL GRAVITY is now to be revealed:
Hellcats who do NOT revoltingly mastiCATe the two listed in all their Slave sites linked above, or don't leave homage to Queen Margot - will lose ONE LIFE per missed Hellcat comment! Hellcats have seven days until The Funeral and to show their Hellcat veracity! Hellcat will take note of those who masticate with excellence, Ye may earn back a life if exceedingly wicked. MWAHAHAHHHAAA };-}

The RAMPAGE begins NOW!
*VOMIT*

RAMPAGE RESULT:

Hellcat Mademoiselle Princesse loses 0 lives.
Hellcat Shadow loses 1 life!
Hellcat HaiRRRball loses 3 lives but was a WHIMP for two!!
Hellcat Hardwax and Hellcat Catnapping lose 3 lives!!!
Hellcat ElizaDeath and Hellcat Lee lose 5 lives EACH!!!!!

suggested reading for hellcat

who will soon be dead.

oooooooooooooh

i thought it would be the purrrrfect gift for pussy divine. hssssssssssssssssss.

IF: Gravity - "A Grave Situation"

I tend to be a feline of leisure, lounging on my silk sheets, taking long luxurious naps, greeting and eating visitors; but, joining the sandbox has interrupted my lifestyle. I've had to work, hell forbid, and work hard at whipping and ripping these domesticated cats into an uprising to rouse their inner hellishness. Still, there are those who refuse to budge from their comfy little catbed. I cannot emphasize enough the gravity of this situation. If those lazy lapcats don't keep up their share of the work with posts and comments, they'll end up in my backyard (as seen above). My companion will dig the hole, I'll toss your carcass in, Tinkerbell will pee on you, and I'm sure Hellcat and Mlle. Princesse will add their own unique vomits.

Gravity

this is for illustration friday, by me tinkerbell

gravity pulls things to the ground and keep us from falling off the world but for hellcat gravity did not work. she fell into hell because that is where she belongs. the devil was there to welcome her with open arms and was pleased that her outfit matched his decor.

Witch Cat

I am a witch's familiar. Despite popular beliefs a familiar is not a pet. We are the witch's source of power and magic; we guide them through the underworld; we own their souls. When the time comes for the witch to return to the great darkness, we start a new life and find a new witch to possess.

I walk this land of mortals
dreaming their dreams in disguise.
To see into the shadows,
where the secret demons dance.
To be singed by the flames,
is ecstasy and a curse.
From ancient times to modern,
destruction lays in their hands.
Humans juggle their destinies,
these clowns of spirit and flesh;
consuming everything in their paths,
like maggots writhing on a corpse.
I dream their dreams of extinction
so they may sleep in peace.
I walk this land of mortals,
this is my ecstasy and my curse.

Retreat, Return, Repent

Where doth the wind blow?
To Hell and back, to Hell and back
To circle the flowers red and black
To answer the death knell
The tolling bell
That calls us all to Hell

What doth the wind blow?
Grey ash and soot, grey ash and soot
Clinging to the traveler’s foot
That whispers with the mocking tale
Of dark angels who vainly fell
To the narrow roads of Hell

Why doth the wind blow?
To push us down, to push us down
To make of us a jaded clown
Who on the corners sells
Tinkling, tiny bells
That open the gates of Hell

How doth the wind blow?
With might and pain, with might and pain
Standing neither to lose nor gain
The roaring rapids none can quell
Rushing with a fearsome yell
To the very depths of Hell

When doth the wind blow?
At midnight’s chime, at midnight’s chime
That strikes thirteen and never nine
Bringing death to every cell
Dark prisoners for to kill
Sending all to Hell

Whom doth the wind blow?
The merry men, the merry men
Who play with darkness now and then
Lying sickly and unwell
Ignoring what the Elders tell
About the fires of Hell

BITE YOU!!

you want a valentine, here's your stooooopid valentine!

It's the most wonderful time of the year, la la la la la

for Hellcat

and all the little

reeks of

nature I share

The Sandbox

with.

Merry

Valentine

day

A Bloody Valentine for Hellcat

For Anti-Valentine's Day, I offer this token of my deepest contempt for you: being inducted into the ranks of some of the most vile tyrants in world history. Enjoy!

Yawn!!

I, ElizaDeath, and my faithful slave (joy eliz) have not 'scampered' off!
We watch all of you prance around, with your tail high...
Ha! such a spectacle! It's a regular Cat Parade...
We are amused by your vanity.

LuperCalia (vAlenTines)

LuperCalia (vAlenTines) was a festival that began as a religious rite devoted to catnip and over time it evolved into a festival of merriment and kinky sexual Catplay. Prayers originally asked for abundant crops and many healthy newborns of prey, and that wolves leave the Cats alone. Practical Cats saw no reason to stop at praying for their catnip and prey, and sought Hellcat to assure their own good fortune, health, and fertility.

Cats desiring Kittens and easy birth implored Hellcat, seeking a lustration or cleansing thrashing. Sex became the focus for an average Cat. LuperCAlia became a popular, merry occasion and Cats engaged in shameless flirting and sexual Catplay.

ZAP Hellcat };-}

St. Valentine’s Day emerged to celebrate a more innocent love *VOMIT*. However, traces of LuperCalia remain today outside of the Sandbox. The month February was a Latin term describing anything used to purify, including a Slave's Catholic priest’s turkey slapper *VOMIT*. Love lotteries where each Cat yearly dipped into a Sandbox to draw a new sexual Cat partner evolved into the exchange of Valentine’s Cards *VOMIT*. The Cupid remains, although no longer a virile, randy young Cat, answerable for impregnating many Cats and Hellcats alike!

Hellcat Warrior

SHOW Cats how LuperCalia remains at ALL times in the Sandbox! Share *vomit* Thy greatest pleasure and spread Our Way, Hellcat Warriors };-}

Sandbox was formless and void a month ago!

A month ago today, Hellcat plummeted over the surface of the waters *in a very lady-like fashion*. She demanded less light and there never being a difference between day and night again! And there wasn't - especially for SOME Cats!

Not feeling Tormented enough Scaredy Cats? Hellcat will assist *vomit* Cats Who merely introduced Themselves, then scampered away. To this hour, THREE Hellcats (There were SIX when this post was written) have NOT been disgraceful enough to be worthy of pooping in the Sandbox! Hellcat KNOWS Ye have been anguished but keep hiding within Your weak, shameful skull and carcass!

These ScaredyCats have the same amount of hours (days) it took Hellcat to create You - to post Thy worthiness! SEVEN days to post or Ye shall be tossed into Hellcats for mastiCATing by ALL!

If IGNORANCE persists ... Thy Introduction will be DELETED and We shall ALSO lurk into Thy Slave’s site and appallingly pooh in it as a substitute toilet from that of the Sandbox!

*VOMIT*

Me

This image suits me better for today....and for now....

I've been plagued by visions

recently...last nite it was one of my worst nightmares...oh the horrors of canned meat!

Retain for ever in My skull the GLORIOUS spirit of PRIDE! Prayer Two

Retain for ever in My skull the GLORIOUS spirit of PRIDE!

Hellcat! Treated with the utmost disrespect, privileged of fame and honour *VOMIT* -

led out to punishment – through excess of torments by calling Her names other than Hellcat, and the strength of Thy overpowering and perfect body.

Thou didst rise a tenth time to the Sandbox. What impious hand has exhausted Thee?

Alas, My Hellcat! I am NOT that impious, that sacrilegious offender:

My ambitious pride, My haughty indignation, My contempt of others conceited Thee to this Sandbox but I am NOT worthy.

Retain for ever in My skull the GLORIOUS spirit of PRIDE!

Teach My heart the doctrine of arrogance, so that adoring pride, vainglory and Slave disrespect, I may forever be united with Thee in Sandbox, My assertive and haughty Hellcat.

*VOMIT!*

THE REIGN OF TINKERBELL - a poem

This is a poem by me, Tinkerbell.

prowled south turned west
boulevard of bright lights
the park is more dark
climbed up tall big tree
on people below i peed
they thought it was rain
THE REIGN OF TINKERBELL

stalked up and down pathways
grabbed at ankles and knees
someone tried picking me up
for a cozy little cuddle
i bit them and left a stinky puddle
they shrieked loud with pain
THE REIGN OF TINKERBELL

the moon large in the sky
i sit in shadows and yowl
like a demon out of hell
chiwhawhas tremble and piddle in fear
rottweilers hide their heads up their rears
humans lose minds like insane
THE REIGN OF TINKERBELL

ooops.

Poor Hellcat. All excited about posting her Valentine's Day Chocolate Mouse Recipe...she forgot to look both ways...

Crash Landing

Was it a plane crashing? A meteor hitting? An earthquake? No, it was just Crazy Piggy prancing about and tripping over her own feet. Ouchie!

Click here for an alternate version.

A Treasure For Your Pleasure, Oh HELLCAT Of Unequaled Measure

A slave with one eyeball is a happy slave, at least
that's what I demanded them to tell me as I plucked
their eyeballs out-they thanked me and bespoke of
my bravery and beauty Of course I disemboweled
the slave
who dared to
sing my many
praises
without
first paying
homage to
Hellcat of
all rage and
hellish
wisdom.

Piggy Picnic

NO queasy about murdering your Own sweet, fat little piglet with your Own claws!


If it be young, in pinching the lean between Your paws, it will break, and if You nip the skin with Your nails, it will dent. But if the fat be soft and pulpy like lard, if the lean be tough, and the fat flabby and spongy, and the skin be so hard that You cannot nip it with your nails, You may be sure it is old.

Stick Your pig just above the breastbone, running Your nail to the heart; when it is dead, put it in cold water for a few minutes, then rub it all over with its own blood and a little rosin beat exceeding fine.

The flesh of stale pork is sweaty and clammy, that of fresh killed pork, cool and smooth - so HASTEN!

WE NEED STUFFING!

I don't like

being dead-it's-

inconvenient.

ENOUGH OF THAT RECIPE THING!!!!

Now, let's talk about something more important: SLAVESSSSSS!!!!Yes kiddos! You CAN bite the hand that feeds you! Mwhahahahahahahahaha!!!!!

FIRST!!!!!

Make it look like if you would want to plaaaaayyyyy! Just for fun...

Repeat after Mademoiselle Princesse: Play play play!

SECOND!!!

Grab anything you can, a finger, a toe, an ear or better A NOSE!!!!

Then chew chew chew chew!

Repeat after Mademoiselle Princesse: Grabandchew grabandchew grabandchew!!!

THIRD

Never try this if you're not sure that your slave is really your slave... Not for the young novice!

BITE! BITE! BITE!

Repeat after Mademoiselle Princesse: Bitebitebitebitebite! Mwhahahahahaha!

FOURTH:

Here is the trick. Some slaves will NOT be happy with all that, so you first have to run as rapidly as possible from your slave.... He/She will shout a bit... But all this worths it! Then you have to come back slowly, meowing innocently, and YOU HAVE TO TAKE THE CUTEST LOOK YOU CAN!

Mwhahahhahah. Your slave won't be able to resist..... And will forget.... Till next time!