The calm of our quiet new life in Maryville Tennessee was abruptly shattered this morning. Denice discovered the first body, lying on the door step, as she was leaving for work. I was right behind her. I heard her gasp, and then I saw the gory victim for myself. I told her to look away, and that I would handle it. My God, it was horrific.
It wasn’t long until I discovered another body. It was just a baby! What kind of monster could do such a thing. I quickly corded off the scene, and began to search for more victims. It wasn’t long until I found them. The bodies were all young, and were displayed in a way where the killer would be sure that we would find them. It was a massacre; four bodies in all. All of them young blue jays, cut down in their prime.
I buried the four victims in our backyard, near the flower garden. It’s beautiful there. I believe they will be at peace now. I knelt down, and gave them a heart felt eulogy. It was a sad scene indeed, but what didn’t sit well with me was the way that A-Ko was looking at me. Her eyes were glassed over with indifference, as if their lives meant nothing to her. “Well, she is a cat after all, and I really can’t expect her to morn the departure of these poor, bird souls.” I rationalized. But there was something else. There was a kind of satisfaction in her eyes. It was a look that chilled me to my bones, and that’s when I noticed it! There was a tiny droplet of blood on her furry white chin. My God! Could it be! Is our cat; our innocent, little kitten… a… a… killer?
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