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!

Oh...*VOMIT*

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

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

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...

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!

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.

I've been plagued by visions

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

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...

Hellcat Recipe for Turkey Pork & Egg Skewer

this is a picture by me, tinkerbell, to give example of how skewer will look. bloody apron optional

1. take turkey and rip off head and feet, pluck then SKEWER

2. take pig and tear off head and feet then SKEWER

3. egg already boiled, crack and peel off shell, then SKEWER

4. salt and pepper to taste

5. hold over large open flame of grill until prey browned, then DEVOUR

Little Pussy's Turkey Tale

All this talk of recipes and turkey takes me down memory lane when I was but a kitten growing up at the carnival. We'd celebrate Thanksgiving Day with lavish dinners of several large plump turkeys and all the trimmings. These were real turkeys, mind you, not scrawny, mangy, flea infested butt bumpers.

This is a picture of little me and a feline friend, all excited over the feast before us. I'm not sure if these were still my baby fangs, but I ripped into that bird with the gusto of a lioness.

Hellcat on a Saturday nite...

the only question is to button or unbutton...all good Hellcats prefer to have assistance with the latter

forgive my absence, I've been on top secret missions

IF: Tinkerbell Sprouts Into HELL!!

this is a collage of a picture of me and drawing and stuff

i've been called a little sprout often cuz so small but i'm a meanie. finally i sprouted into sandbox hell where i was greeted by fierce hellcats ready to rumble. i take them on because i am NO fairykitty. see my devil horns?

NO FAIRY KITTY....DEMON OF HELL.....BITES!

this is a picture of me, i drew it myself, tinkerbell

i bite...a lot....pee in shoes....a lot....claw chairs.....a lot

....small but meanie....AM NOT A CHIWHAWHA!

A Message for Hellcat

Pussy Divine is an Aristocat

and a Sophistacat.

Supreme with dignity and class.

And if you don't believe me, my dear,

You may kiss my lovely......derriere!

Is this better, pussy divine?

please say this will win you over. i'm trying so hard. i keep dreaming of you but my dreams are tainted with surprise visits from elizadeath and hellcat. please stop the lambs from screaming.

World Class Birds

Which of course means that now we have to kill you
Murder?
Mass grave
Exit stage right
Sing the last stave
Suicide pact for the dawning dead
Whisper the cats in the back of your head
Here is what you must needs do
Lose your humanity, join the few
Last light?
Dawn the morn, dead
Zombie cats in the back of your head
Sing the fish from the deep
With mouths gaping wide
They'll rip your guts
From out your side
And play with them like yarn...