The room was cold when we entered; an unnatural otherworldly chill. The demon child lay writhing on the bed, cursing and snarling in a voice not her own. I watched as Father Flavin took from his bag the holy artifacts: a simple wooden crucifix, worn and stained with years of oil from his hands; and a vial of blessed holy catnip. “There is no turning back,” he warned grimly. “From here on, what you see you must believe.”
I’m getting the hell outta there, Sharon H.
I’m not sure what I expected from the scroll down but…I don’t think it was this…
Linda Blair’s got nothin’ on this guy. 😮
The picture caption has me giggling like an absolute moron. I love it.
Me too! The “demon child” 😂😂 !!
Which brings me to the question of how you would remove a demon from a cat when (most often) the actual cat is a demon? 🤔
Maybe demons get possessed by cats!
Very insightful!
😂😂😺😺
Haahaahha! 😀
I think you’re on to something, Mike!
It’s Pussuzu! One of the best scroll-downs ever – just watch out for the projectile hairballs…
Good one Alice – Hoot hoot – 😁😺😂
“Your mother soaks socks in Prell!”
Every time I think of that picture I start laughing again. 🤣
Speaking in other worldly sandpaper tongues!
“CHUCKS ROCKS THAT SMELL”??? I’m dying here.
Everythig about this – story, scrolldown, story AND comments – is just perfection. Thanks for my laugh for the day. Now to drag my co-worker who loves horror films and cats, into my office to see this post.
That cat tree looks like Big Foot attacked it. Or a red eyed AT-ST raider.