This morning, I saw a couple of the cats huddled around something. I figured I’d go check it out and see if I could save whatever it was they had.
It was Daniece who had it. And it was a lizard. It was dead, beyond saving.
What sickened me was she was holding the body down with a paw and had one of the other parts in her mouth and she’d just pull on it as far as she could. And she’d start just gnawing, like I do the gum I chew in the morning on our walk.
It was horrible, the way it stretched out. It was like a rubber band. I could swear it was the head, but I just found the carcass a little bit ago and it was intact from the head to the middle. Then the rest of it was gone. I was in the bedroom and Daniece came up to me to be loved and, I dunno, I kind of just pulled away from her, thinking of what I’d seen her doing. I’ll be glad when this vision is out of the front of my head, you know, the fresh vision area.
Word. If your cat gets ahold of something you can’t save, don’t be considerate and let the cat keep it, because you might see something that you could most likely live your life out nicely without seeing.
It was like something I’d read in a Stephen King novel. So graphic and so sickening and so nasty.