Someone’s Gonna Die

 

Cats were designed at the genetic level to

be stinky little bastards that prey on hairless monkeys.

Mine often attacked when I was down in the Reclusium.

He’d scamper up onto my work bench, knock

the tools off their hangars on the peg board... and then be

gone before I could bring my guns to bear.

Once or twice he escaped through my pile of scrap lumber

That is carefully stacked along one wall...

And it all went over too. 

They other day I came across one of his little toys - a green

plastic soccer ball with a bell in it.

And I missed that little shit and said a prayer for him...