Captain Paws’ Favorite Snack

Genevieve had no idea how it started. It had begun innocently enough, she supposed, but now it was- well - an obsession. She wondered what her friends would think if they knew - and more importantly, what David would think. But she didn’t want to think about that now- she wanted

Genevieve got in her car and drove aimlessly, just as she’d done so many nights nights before. Her only objectives were to get gas and pick up paper towel. She couldn’t get David out of her mind. How had she been so cruel?

Genevieve thought back on their history together. Like the time david was catsitting and let Captain Paws “roam free like a cat should be.” And, of course, the time he took her for a special dinner at Taco Bell only so that he could ask her to ‘taco’ ‘bout her day. Good riddance!

David was really something like a sparkle in Genevieve’s life. When he exited her life, she felt like she lost 1/2 of everything. One lung, 1/2 of a heart, 1/4 of a brain. 1/4 of a brain because she feel like she must have had only a half a brain when she enjoyed his company.

She was more right than she knew. David was masquerading as human in order to feed on those delicious mammalian thought patterns. Highly social creatures with barely suppressed animal urges just underneath- her thoughts were like a buffet to him. He had to be careful not to

Kiill her but the urge was so much to handle. He walked near her, took her in his hands and bit her neck. Draining her from life he couldn’t stop so he knew that she would die. He devour his last victim, went to the window and waited for sunrise.