It's a cat. God, it smells. Here, kitty kitty. The flies cover it like a burial shroud. Good kitty. Fetal kittens litter the floor around it, pink and deformed, black with flies. Such a good kitty, yes you are. I could just eat you up, yes I could! I could just eat you allll up! Your stomach feels like it's going to burst. You shove your finger down your throat and vomit on the carcass to make more room. Full again. Toolbox. Hacksaw. Good kitty. Start at the sternum and work your way to the groin. You watch the guts pour onto the floor. Room for seconds. You get lightheaded from the blood loss but you can't stop eating. The chewed bits slide out from under your ribcage. You pop them back into your mouth. Good kitty. Such a good--