Dead Kitty In The Road 
 
 
	Emanating from the living room i hear the cries of my friend in pain. 
i charge in to see my friend engaged in some twisted act before the flickering flames of the 
fireplace. 
Acting quickly i pounce on the intruder digging my somewhat long nails into his flesh, and much 
to my satisfaction, 
i draw a trickle of blood from each wound. The intruder seems to dislike this action and jumps up 
shrieking in obvious pain. i make a hasty retreat to the big chair where i sit and nonchalantly 
scratch my head in careless anticipation of his 
counteraction. Turning to me, the intruder begins to approach his hands ready to strangle. My 
friend intercepts him with a commanding voice and approaches me first. In her little girl voice she 
asks me if i am jealous. Shooting a glance at my whining victim beyond her, i respond with a 
purr. 
 
 
David Paine 
12/18/88 
9:51 pm