The Fuzzy Dead Cat



Written by: CheesyBoy

The fuzzy dead cat lay before me in a heap. It’s coat was probably brown, but with all the dull read blood staining it’s little fuzzy most likely brown pelt, it was hard to tell. You could smell the fuzzy dead cat had been dead for several days. It smelled like a skunk had some bad eggs.

I think it was then that I named the fuzzy dead cat, Happy. I named the fuzzy dead cat Happy because you could see the fuzzy dead cat was smiling, at least he was when he was still alive, which probably was several days ago.

I tried listening to the fuzzy dead cat I named Happy, but I realized that the dead only talk to my neighbor. She is a physic. Maybe later I’ll try talking to the fuzzy dead cat I named Happy through my physic neighbor later.

The fuzzy dead cat I named Happy felt cold to the touch, and dried blood easily chipped off it’s fuzzy most likely brown pelt easily. The fuzzy dead cat I named Happy was soft, tender even. Man was I hungry.

The fuzzy dead cat I named Happy was stringy, but tender. I doubt I cooked it’s fuzzy dead body long enough. I’ll apologize to the fuzzy half eaten undercooked dead cat I named Happy through my physic neighbor later. Probably tomorrow.