Artwork of Cats

“You ruined my life,” I look down at my hands watching the blood drip and as each drop of the blood hits the floor it makes the puddle deeper. Surrounding my feet is a puddle of my cat’s blood. “The stupid cat I killed, by stabbing its little body eighteen times, was named Tiny. You see the problem with Tiny was that she loved to use her claws and dig them right into my skin. Which normally I didn’t mind but tonight wasn’t a normal night. It was prom night.”

“I hope you don’t think this is the first cat that I’ve killed. Let me show you the inside of my closet.” I walk towards a white, almost brown closet that towers over me, “it looks like it is rotting and slowly killing itself. It probably is. It is tired of being my hiding place for these little furry dead cats of mine. Well I can’t exactly lie to you and say these little cats are furry. I don’t want to start our relationship on the wrong path.”

“I am going to open the closet and show you what’s inside but promise me you won’t puke.” I unhinge the lock to the door and as it slowly opens it makes a squeaky sound, sounding like nails running down a chalkboard. “Lay your eyes upon my little collection. I call it “I wish I behaved the way the master wanted me to behave” collection.”

The cats inside the closet all hang with a hook in their neck or a hook in their body depending on where it is located in the closet. “Watch me as I run my fingers on all the cats’ bodies. They feel stiff and cold. I know you can tell they are unhappy being here with me but this is what they get for being naughty to mommy.” Each of my fingertips ran along each cat, counting them in my head. “Eight cats in my collection and adding Tiny would be beautiful number nine.”

“Before I tell you exactly what Tiny did, I want to tell you how I got into this so called hobby of mine, but first let me take a seat. My legs are getting tired.” I drag my numb feeling limbs that I call my legs towards my working station. I drop Tiny’s body onto a metal table. I pull my wooden seat out from under the table and sit on the comfy cushion. “This is my favorite seat in the house.”

I take off the knife that is dug deep into Tiny’s miniature head. As I do this a little bit of blood squirts out and splashes on my face. I take my hands, place my fingers on the splatter of blood and lick it off my fingers. “Believe it or not, doing this hobby makes me feel stress free.”

“Where should I being my story? Of course, from the first time I killed a cat,” I flip Tiny’s body over for she can lay flat on her back while I am working on her. “I got my first pet kitten at the age of ten. I called her Little Miss. FluffPuff because she was as fluffy as they can come. Her little fluff of a body was mostly white with little spots of black. Her most unique feature was her gorgeous sky blue eyes. She has been the first and only cat with that eye color that I ever owned.”

I spread Tiny’s four paws out so that I can have a clear view of her round stomach; she was a little fatty who did love to eat. I grab my knife again. “You see Little Miss. FluffPuff was the best of best friend that any ten year old girl can ask for. We did absolutely everything together. You can always see her by my side. She loved when I pat her head and gave her a kiss on her tiny pink nose at the same time. Every time I did that it would always makes her purr loudly. I also had this other best friend name Mr. PugSnug, which was a teddy bear of a pug.”

I cut into the skin of Tiny and start to skin her. “One day when I got home I saw Little Miss. FluffPuff on top of Mr. PugSnug. She was stabbing him with her claws! You can just imagine how pissed that got me! How can my best friend kill my other best friend?” I stab Tiny again and again. I can’t control my arms. I get so mad just thinking about it. “Okay calm down,” I take a deep a breath, “Sorry about that I didn’t mean to do that and ruin such a perfect body of this cat. I need to add her to my collection. I am sorry about that Tiny.” I kiss her on her head.

“Okay let me continue my story of Little Miss. FluffPuff.” I remove all the skin off Tiny’s round belly. “When I saw Little Miss. FluffPuff hurting Mr.PugSnug I snapped, I grabbed her by the neck and threw her across the room, watching her body slam against the wall then slowly dropping down to the floor.” I continue to skin Tiny’s left top paw.

“After throwing Little Miss. FluffPuff I ran to Mr.PugSnug but I was too late. He was already dead. I remember wanting to cry for him so badly. Even if it was just one teardrop but nothing would come out. But I knew I was sad I just lost one of my best friends.” I place Tiny’s left top paw down and started to skin the right one. Watching the knife doing its job is such a satisfying feeling.

“I made a small funeral for Mr.PugSnug right in my backyard. I even added a tombstone for him that read ‘Rest forever in peace my dear friend’. Once the funeral was over I went right back to my room, grabbed Little Miss. FluffPuff by the neck and did exactly to her what I am doing now to Tiny.” I take Tiny’s skin that I just took off and set it aside right next to me, later on I am going to wash it and make a bathing suit out of it since summer is in a month or so.

I took my knife and cut off her four little paws. “With the paws of the kitty cats I make necklaces for myself. One day maybe I can make a necklace for you.” I sigh watching the blood pour out of the paws, “cutting off the paws always makes such a mess.”

“So you see when I first did all this to Little Miss. FluffPuff I didn’t even hesitate for a second. I knew I had to do it again. The feeling it gives me is an amazing rewarding feeling better than anything else can give me.” I clean off Tiny, pick her up and hang her on her rightfully earned hook in my closet.

By Maddy Cakes  

Twitter: @MsTidbits