MHA #10- Monday afternoon

When the fruitcake appeared in her kitchen, Kitty hadn't thought much of it. She was used to this sort of thing by now, and she fully expected to find more of them every time she opened a drawer or something. And then it started doing things like jumping at her and trying to make her eat it.

Which was really, really disturbing for a lot of reasons.

At the moment, Kitty had sealed the fruitcake in a cabinet, holding it closed with her foot while she tried duct taping it shut. It was duct tape, it was sturdy enough for that, right?


[The flist looks so lonely over the holidays. Open if you want to stop by!]