I knew I had to dial for emergency services,

I knew I had to dial for emergency services, but I had a cat on my lap and he was just so comfortable...

The screams were growing louder, but I didn't care. Here kitty! I named him Felix. He rubbed his head against my hand. I always wanted a kitty. "HEE-ELP!" a barely audible voice

gasped behind me. Felix jumped down & sniffed at a blob of-yup, looked like brain matter."Here now, don't you eat that, you naughty kitty!" I really should call 911. Another scream

and another exploded head. I detected a pattern. Felix sniffed around the gore but didn't partake, having had his fill of brain. "Wait," I muttered, "could I be next?" I stayed

Home the next three weeks and lost my job. I had meanwhile arranged for another gig that paid better. My grandfather's widget factory had reopened after a massive strike. He told

me it would be the last straw. If they took one more strike, they'd be outta there. I asked him how he'd find new staff, and he replied with a simple shrug, telling me,

more or less matter-a-factly, without beating around the bush, or watering the daisies, or making a big production of it, he got straight the point, cut to the chase,

dropped everything, threw caution to the wind and turned over a new leaf. He became the butt of jokes but toed the line, didn't back down and forged ahead at break neck speed.

Except for the formalities.