He Did Work For The Dog Pound

That dam cat died today. Well, actually if I must be honest I killed him. I absolutely feel terrible about the entire scene. I didn’t want to kill the darn cat, I even worked hard to scare him away, but the poor guy kept coming back. I shouldn’t have fed him or given him a name. I called him Tabby. I knew the hunger was coming and I did everything to scare Tabby away. However he just wouldn’t stay away and the last time he came back there was no holding me back.

Good Bye Tabby. I found myself bawling as I was leaning over his body, tearing him apart with some scissors I found in the kitchen. I didn’t have time or want to cook him. When the hunger arrived in me all I wanted was raw meat.

Now this incident reminded me of another not so long ago. The local so called dog catcher showed up at my door. Well if anyone has ever had to deal with these guys then you know what I’m talking about when I say they are arrogant jerks with God syndrome. So now he was standing at my door with a big hook in his hand. He proceeded to tell me about some noise complaints. He said the noises were reported as sounding like someone was torturing an animal of some sort.

I was quick to tell him that I don’t have a dog or a cat. I informed him that I was allergic to both dogs and cats.

This guy was unusually big just like a German shepherd or a chocolate Lab. He just stood at the door twirling his hook, almost making it look like something meaner like a rifle or something. He did however look very important dressed in his white uniform.

He finally spoke again and asked me if he could come in and have a look around. I happily obliged and moved out of the way for him to enter. I told him to go ahead and look around and if he needed anything I would be in the living room. He finally made his way into the front room where he ran his hand across the ottoman. In doing so he rubbed off a thin layer of hair. That was just the beginning of the dirty looks.

I pointed to where the bedroom was in case he wanted to look in there. Once again I got one of those looks as he headed down the hall way. After a few minutes he returned to ask me again if I had a dog. Once again I reassured him that I didn’t. Then I told him that I also have a garage and he was free to have a look in there. So he followed me to the door that led to the garage. I opened the door and let him walk in.

There was absolutely nothing in the garage except for a floor full of papers and dog crap and urine all over the place. The other thing was a large water bowl with the name Devil printed on the side. He instantly turned to me to tell me that he needs to see my dog. I told him that I don’t very often let the dog out and then I pulled the door closed with him still in the garage. I then locked it as well.

That was a little while ago now. I have never ever heard of another complaint. I am careful to try and keep the noise to a minimum. Mysteriously the old man that originally complained also disappeared. To top it all of the animal society never sent another person to my house after they found the guys van burnt in the forest.
Oh I was so sad as I continued to chew down Tabby’s remains. This really wasn’t a fate for him. He was such a great friend and he was always by my side. However when the animal inside me is let loose there is nothing I can do. I hope Tabby finds peace in where ever he is.

Well my mouth was full and I couldn’t talk anymore with my emotions coming over me. So I decided to just go ahead and enjoy the meal I had been served. I tried to forget Tabby’s screams but no matter what I could still hear them. Oh well there was nothing I could do. Then there was a knock on the door.