My cat rubbed itself against my leg when

My cat rubbed itself against my leg when I got home and I drove a javelin through its spine. It's legs curled and writhed like Medusa snakes and I could see a little

glimmer of recognition and betrayal mixed with pain and a "why me" expression as the life drained from its eyes. That made me giggle. And it made me

whole. I hung the body from the tree in my front yard to parade my accomplishment to all who lived on my block. Just wait till the boys at school hear about this, they'll be so

ready to join the men beating the drums up by the cesspool. That's also where the cutoff car show was. I would have to bring the body there.

I carelessly slung it in a rug & rolled it up. A cliche from a bad crime novel maybe, but nobody gave it a second glance. I drove to the

police station and promptly turned myself in. This had gone far enough. I gave them the rug and the contents within, hoping for a lighter sentence due to compliance. When they

unrolled the rug, it became clear that this was not going to go well. "You," said the detective, "have a lot of explaining to do." I shrugged and began my story. "Did you ever

see that Movie "Cleopatra" where she has herself smuggled into the presence of Cesar rolled up in a rug? I got the idea to smuggle the dead bodies out of my rug shop this way."

Bodies rolled in rugs was a great idea in principle but these rugs were just too small for the job.As I carried them, it was sometimes possible to see the toes or some hair peeping