It is that spooky time of year again, and that means more Grim Fairy Tales. This next one was pulled from the archives of the now defunct but fondly remembered Journalspace that, like a ghost, was there one minute, and then vanished the next.
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THE ZOMBIE KITTEN
Once upon a time there was a zombie kitten.
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The story of how she became a zombie is long and complicated and would be a huge waste of time to tell.
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All you need to know is that she was a kitten who died and came back to life as a zombie.
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Which meant she was very sad. No children wanted to pet or cuddle her. They would always run in abject terror when they saw her.
You see, being a zombie meant she had an insatiable desire to kill other creatures and eat their brains. To be honest, it didn’t cause any trouble as long as she was hunting birds and rodents and eating their brains. But it didn’t stop with birds and rodents. And that really prevented her from becoming a pet that is loved. Which is all she wanted. She just wanted to be loved.
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She tried everything to find a family to adopt her. She would run into houses when the door opened. She would mew piteously in the rain. She spent a small fortune and used a lot of favors to put up posters showing her picture with the words “lost kitten” in the hopes that someone would see her and take her in while her true owners were located. She hoped some nice family would just fall in love with her and want to keep her.
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These tactics worked once or twice. But the whole brain-eating thing always ended up ruining everything.
One rainy night, some family she was haunting finally had enough of her running into their house when the door was open and mewing piteously in the rain. They tricked her into a box, baited with some cow brains, and took her to the Animal Shelter where they tossed her unceremoniously into the night drop box.
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The shelter staff didn’t know what to do with her. It soon became evident that she was a zombie kitten and she was put in a cage all alone. The shelter staff knew no one would claim her and that no one coming in to adopt a pet would want a pet that would eventually attack them and try to eat their brains. So they had to kill her, but how do you kill one of the Undead? No one at the shelter was willing or ready to shoot that zombie kitten in the head.
Eventually they decided to cremate her along with a load of gassed, unwanted, unclaimed, unloved animals. The shelter staff didn’t know if this would work, but they figured it was worth a try.
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Then – on the day the zombie kitten was scheduled for cremation – in walked a man and a woman and their daughter. They were a zombie family looking for a pet. Ordinarily, zombies are not allowed to adopt children or pets – for obvious reasons – but the shelter made an exception and let the zombie family adopt the zombie kitten.
It was a win-win solution for all concerned.
MORAL OF THE STORY: You never know.


















































































































