[ WP ] You suspect your kitten might be an eldritch abomination feeding on your neighbors ' lifeblood and bent on destroying the world . But how can you say no to those adorable , albeit gore-stained , eyes ?

I held him in my arms, holding him close just as I had when I found him in my yard, just as I had scooped him up away from my ugly old dog. I pulled him away from my ugly neighbour now, hideous like my dog had been. He was glistening and heaped, like when I had to bury my awful dog because it started smelling so much the ugly neighbour complained. Whiskers was okay though; he was covered in warmth, staining my shirt with it as he moved sleepily against my chest. He raised his head to rub it on my jaw. I could feel his sharp teeth, so many sharp teeth, and I thought it was cute how cats sometimes curled their lips away to rub their rows of teeth on your jaw and cheeks and eyes. I giggled as his whiskers tickled my neck and arms, sometimes pricking the skin like needles, like his long, curling claws did when he kneaded the sheets. I knew he would n't hurt me, he was a good kitty, and just because I found ugly things around him sometimes, found horrible, hideous, unspeakable things, did n't make him any less of a mommas boy. It's the same as when other, cats, sometimes bring mice or birds to their owners, all dead and limp. Whiskers sometimes brought ugly things. I never saw it happen but I knew he was a good kitty, he only did what was natural, and anyways my dog and this neighbour, just like those squirrels and foxes, they were all horrible and monstrous things that a good kitty would never have anything to do with. Not my Whiskers. Not my handsome little man. My adorable little guy. My soft, purring, hairless, slithering, leathery, pile of writhing, coiling, knotted... 
 
 Cat?
