LVIII. Cat Food

I was sitting by my computer and pondering whether or not i should expose myself to this curiously attractive female foreign student in the stall next to me. Then, the destiny of my old friend Miles popped into my head.

Miles, David and I were friends in junior high. We were your typical junior high kids, faces full of pimples and large collections of child pornography. during the afternoons, we would all go to David's house and fish in the creek behind his house or throw the football. David's family had a lot of cats.

I know what you are thinking. who's family has a lot of cats? Well, David's family did and David's dad would always warn us about going in the basement alone and letting the cats outside. David's dad was a curiously small man with a large blond mustache and small glasses. He usually wore a turtle neck and jeans that were too small for him. Sometimes i thought i would hear David's dad purring...

One day, one of the cats got out. David's father was furious. he screamed from house for David and Miles to come inside and for me to go home. I found this odd but followed orders.....I would later find out that Miles left the door open.

Days went by and Miles was never seen. David stopped talking to me. I thought this strange so I approached David's dad in carpool line to ask him about Miles. His only response was a hair-raising hiss.

That afternoon, I crept towards David's house to try and see what was going on. No one was home, so I went inside. It stank of cat litter. I heard noise from the basement. Nervously, I crept downstairs. The lighting was dim, but I could see figures.

I flicked on the lights. The scene that I saw still haunts me today. Davids father was sitting in the middle of the room on a stool completely naked with a feline in his arms. His legs were crossed and he was petting the feline while hissing at the pile of cats that were on the floor consuming Miles' body...

I ran and I ran fast. To this day felines scare the absolute shit out of me.