Warm and Cuddly

There’s just something about a cat. Yes, they’re sometimes fickle and standoffish, but usually they’re loyal, comforting, and loving. At least that’s the way my cat, Jack, behaved. He was my best friend, the one who kept me warm at night, comforted my bad moods, and made me laugh as he chased his tail. I adopted him as a kitten, and he brought countless hours of joy to my life.

And now, his lifeless head lay at my feet, the knife I used to decapitate him still dripping blood down my arm. I had to, after all. Zombies can’t survive, not even the warm and cuddly ones.

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