pignuklif wrote:
My best friend and flatmate was a man named David. He was really great; he was always telling me how good of a friend I was, and he pays for every single one of my meals. We used to play a lot together, too, mainly sports. We used to run together, play ball, the lot… But recently he’s been acting strange.
He came home one day and completely ignored me, which is fine most of the time, but when I asked him how he was, he blew me off and stayed in his room for the rest of the night. I didn’t see him until he left for work in the morning. I was up already, and I asked him if he could grab me some breakfast, but he told me no and left for work. Which is fine, it’s happened once or twice before. But when he came home, he ignored me again. And I couldn’t figure out why. I tried asking, but he blew me off again and went into his room for the rest of the night. That night felt colder than it usually did.
And it goes on for a week. And finally, I’m sick of it. He hasn’t fed me in days, I’m starving, my bones are weak from the lack of exercise I’m receiving… One day, David comes home, and I pounce on him. I use my teeth to rip his throat out while my paws rest on his chest. I eat and eat and I eat until David stops shaking. And it’s the most satisfying dinner I’ve had since he introduced me to canned dog food.
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