Who needs to dress up like the Karate Kid when you are already a Natural Born Killer!

He used to be such a docile little thing. Then his killer instinct kicked in.

It started with his brother but quickly escalated into something much more...

He stalked poor camel and ambushed her in broad daylight...

Auntie Gannon never stood a chance..

He honed his lethal skills on everyday items found around the house...Toilet paper...

And even his own toys!

Oh Ice Age Happy Meal figurines!!! Not you too?

I asked Albert what he was going to do on Halloween while I was gone. His response, "I could tell you but then I would have to kill you." Point made, buddy. Point made.

Albert vs. The Toilet Paper

I was sitting in the dining room all quiet like on Tuesday when I heard Albert dragging something out of the bathroom. Thinking he had knocked over the little garbage can again I got up to investigate.

Suprise! Little Albert had dragged the new pack of toilet paper from under the sink and was steadily making his way into the living room. I assumed that's where the fearsome attack was to take place.

Not one to share his spoils, Albert made quick work of shooing Elvis away and settled in for the long paper eating haul.

I tried to put the camera down and act like a real cat mom. Honest. It's just, after he made this face, I was laughing so hard. I figured this photo in particular would make up for the swiss cheese like toilet paper I would be using for the next few weeks.

I guess he showed that roll who's boss.

Look at his mandibles of death. If he were a boa constrictor I am pretty sure that four pack of TP would be residing in his intestines instead of locked in the hall closet.