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Greetings, Kit Kat Admirers! No greetings, Tiggerkat Admirers!

Most of you know it was Thanksgiving yesterday. In fact, I'm sure all of you know that? Well, there's no point asking me what I did for this celebration, 'cos I wasn't celabrating it. That's right, and it's 'cos I was on the run. I still am, too. 

And it's all because it got around that I murdered Hello Kitty.

 

However, unfortunately for me, Hello Kitty has nine lives, as SilverDawn pointed out. So I just murdered one of her lives... But it's still a crime.

So... first thing I did was jump out the window, and then I headed down the garden path and into the woods. 

 

They were after me, though. 

But, with only two dim legs, they hadn't even got out of town.

Too bad I met this guy. 

Now then, what's worse - a policeman, or a bear?

So I dashed off. 

Back into town...

 

I was wondering through he streets, hoping nobody would recognize me, when I came to this sign.

What's that meant to mean? A butterfly farm? How would that come in useful for a cat on the run? Well, I supposed, I was starting to get very hungry... so I could eat the butterflies. Yeah, you'd need to be very hungry to eat a butterfly. Well, I went that way anyway. And guess what? I came to an airport!

 

Wowzers! This way, I could get... anywhere!

So, I checked which plane was leaving when. Next leaving was a plane to China. Would've taken that one, but it was going in ten seconds. Too bad, missed it. After that, there was one to Timbuktu! Brilliant! Nothing could've been better. They'll never find me in Timbuktu! So I went to see the passport taking person.
Me: Hi. I want to get to Timbuktu.
Passport peron: Ok. Name?
Me: Kit Kat.
Passport person: Wait, weren't you...?
Checks newspaper.

You were! Gasp!
Dials 999, for the police.

So, of course, I ran off. Heeelp! Just then, a man walked by, set down his suitcase, and opened it, looking for his passport. Then someone called him, so he went off... and I hopped in the suitcase.

I burrowed myself under the blanket and the man didn't notice. Wow! He must have a very short term memory, not to notice that big lump! (Me). So, soon, I was on the plane, set for Timbuktu.

 But, probolemo was, that man happened to be an inexperienced hijacker. So he shot the pilot, and the pilot crashed the plane into the ocean.

Oh no, I hate water, almost as much as I hate reese cups. Well, at least it was nice, calm, blue, warm water... where was I? I soon knew.

The middle of the pacific ocean!

Land! Must get to land! So I began to swim there with all my might. But I never got there. No, because this boat picked me up.

At first I was pleased - until I saw what it said. Police?!