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.