I listen to my cat sleep. There is a slight whistle in his breathing, which is probably nothing. But I worry about "probably nothings".
He keeps bringing birds, eats all of them but the intestines, which makes it easier for me to clean than rats.
When he hunts rats he consumes only the head, but still tears them open. Maybe it's his form of making art.
I watch my cat sleep and he looks pretty now, he doesn't always. His black fur is shining, and he holds an adorable pose.
The worst part about the rats is the smell, birds smell different, more tender. Ever since I stopped smoking cigarettes my sense of smell has improved, much to my own detriment, since this subtropical weather is not the best place to have a heightened sense of anything.
I don't eat meat, so the cleanup is never easy, but I have to be a good little vegan, an "I'm not judging you" vegan, a "oh yes, I can still go inside a butcher shop and even touch animal blood if need be" vegan, a “do not ever show you are disgusted” vegan, a not picky and prim vegan, not like those other vegans.
The organs are surprisingly soft, like velvet and gelatin, somehow.
He licks his face with gusto.
Sometimes you can find feathers.
-@a-hoe-for-dark-academia
