THEY CALL HER ATOMO
Sadly, not enough to give her giant bat-wings or have her mutate into a giant monster that rampages through Washington and can only be controlled through a psychic link to a ten year old Japanese boy in shorts named “Kenny.” Just enough to make her a bit unsafe, as well as her –ahem- byproducts.
Yes, I live in a house with radioactive cat crap.
I never thought I’d live to see such a day. “Gotta go home, clean out the radioactive cat box.” Gamma ray-emitting cat poop. Wow.
Fear her...for she is ATOMO: THE NUCLEAR CAT!
A strange world we live in, my brothers and sisters. A strange world.