Of course we do not exaggerate, never. I only escaped from the feline that was chasing me, because I barred my teeth, gave a death threatening snarl and breathed fire through my nose.
My great grandmother was one of the firey cat clan, descended from dragons. She passed on the gift to all the Tabby cats in the line of descendency, the ones with the Macdonalds “M” on the forehead. Not all felines inherit this special gift. The first time my mum walked past the Macdonalds, she knew she had met her destiny. The chief cook had one of the best looking felines in the area. He was strong and imposing and had been eating Big Macs since he was a kitten. He thrived on them, had muscles, the firey twinkle in his eyes from the ketchup and impressed all the ladies, but my mum was the one he wanted.
It was love at first ignition, and mum was especially drawn by the smell. A feline that eats Bigmacs all its ife, has that certain scent in its fur. And so I was created: the Tabby cat with the Macdonalds “M” on the forehead. I was envied by all, I had the mark. I was even partial to eating carbohydrates with my food, especially if I could sandwich the hamburger in them. I was the only feline on the block that even enjoyed a topping of onion and pickled cucumber on my food. My mum was proud of me, I was a daughter of the hamburger King. He also had dragon blood flowing through his veins. We could grill our own hamburgers by just breathing on them.
You do not believe me, I am exaggering? Of course not, jealousy prevails everywhere, but I know the full truth. Come nearer and have a sample of my flaming breath.