Chin, our cat, lives in fear. She can't lie on the window sill, eat a meal or scratch in the litter box without being pursued by a pair of beady Eyes.
The cat must die.
If she comes down the stairs, the Eyes chase her back up. If she enters the bathroom, the Eyes scare her into the tub. The Eyes lurk. They pounce.
The cat must die.
The Eyes want to corner her, bite her, destroy her. They will not stop until she is just a pile of bloody fur. The Eyes are attached to a long snout filled with teeth. Big teeth.
The cat must die.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
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