The Diary of Lord Kellington (7)

I have named it. The kittens name is....Crystal. It is an apt name, seeing as she felt compelled to break my crystal goblet. The very one I "drink" from on the occasions when someone tries to break in. One must see to use manners when one is in his own home. Crystal has not one. She has already used my coffin as an outhouse. We are working stridently on that particular issue. Last nights hunt was....well, boring, to say the least. I was distracted. My thoughts were of home and what Crystal was doing now. I need to take time. Feel the flavor of the hunt. Feel my preys fear. Or it is like drinking Ale, instead of a rare wine. Both will get you there. But, as I always say, One must always choose style. It is what separates us from...well, uncouth mortals and such. I am not a snob. I may be pure evil, true. But, I do have standards. Few that they may be. I believe I am fit now. Tomorrows nights hunt will be one of the most fun. I am going to a party. One I must crash, of course. ~Lord Kellington