The Smiling Cat Part 2

I woke up that day, not even remembering that sight, and got ready for my usual day. Fast forward a few hours, I don’t want to bother with details. I left my work office, not 30 minutes away from my house, and there, in the parking lot, right beside my car, was that same cat.

Sitting and Smiling, with the green eyes that looked even bigger. Looking right at me. At this point, I knew something was wrong. I called animal control, and they came and caught him. When they were taking him away, he was staring at me with eyes narrowed like he was plotting to kill me for giving him away.

I didn’t take a walk that night, as I was a bit unnerved about that cat. In fact, I didn’t even leave the house for the rest of the day. Right before I fell asleep, I could have sworn I heard pawing on my bedroom door, but I dismissed it as my laundry machine, a mouse, or some other common sound. But that morning, I awoke to something terrifying. The same cat was laying right there on the end of my bed, asleep, still with that smile that I have come to know is a demonic smile on his face, I could even see a few teeth that were so long they were sticking out of his mouth. I had had enough. I knew I would probably have animal rights people down my throat about what I was going to do, but I didn’t care. I grabbed that cat by the neck; he didn’t even scream or thrash around like a normal cat would.

I threw it into the backyard, and beat it to death with a shovel. Throughout the whole process, he did not meow or hiss even once. When I had regained control of my thoughts and actions, the cat was barely recognizable. His front two legs were broken, his right ear was torn, his face had a huge dent in it and his fur was becoming infused with blood. I couldn’t believe what I had done. I didn’t have to come into work that day, so I put his corpse in a box, drove far out of the city, and buried it near a forest on the side of the road.

How had that cat gotten inside my bedroom, let alone my house? I didn’t want to think about it. I got home and was exhausted, and it was only 12:30. I slept all through that day, but I wish I had slept longer.

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