The Stupid Albeit Adventuruous Chronicles Of Space Kitty In Ponyville

After getting up I dust myself off and walk to the spa since my jetpack blew up. Heck, it's a pain in the butt to fix those and it's expensive to replace them. Maybe I should go into space today to fix my jetpack.  I bring the bits, enter the spa, and once again have to endure the tortures of orange shampoo and watery ash in my eyes. I see the phone head pony and the purple pony again, but this time... making out. I found it hard not to barf or shout "GAY!" while I was in the pony-sized bathtub. This time the spa mares try to lift the tuft  of fur I keep over my right eye. I force it back down with my paw. Nobody can know why I have the tuft there.

Except you, Notebook.

I'm BLIND in that eye. It has no pupil, only a bright Snowdrop-blue iris. Here's what happened:

~Flashback to when Space was two years younger~

"Alley, put down the bleach stick!" my mother yelled. But my sister did not care. She stuck the bleacher in my right eye.

Five minutes later I was having the bleach removed from my eye at Ponyville Hospital, the nearest hospital to my woodland home. My sister had to pay the hospital bill and the bill for some magical hair growth with her allowance. She's still grounded to this day.

Anyway, I still haven't been able to see out of that eye.

~Ending the flashback~

After I am finished in the tub of orange-scented torture, I buy some catnip-scented shampoo for myself.

I then  head home and wash the orange scent out of my fur. UGH it stinks. Then I use the catnip shampoo.

Much better.

Ah, my great uncle Rocky is what catnip reminds me of. He lost his back right foot to some ferals. It got infected and he died a couple years after I was born.

And then there's my mother, Martha Nyan. And Granny Ragdoll. Great-Uncle Siam.

I have a lot of family, believe me.

~~~Space Kitty