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Dear diary,
Today, I ate a cat. No, that wasn't a sexual reference. I meant I ate a cat. A real, honest-to-God feline, fur and all. I don't know what possessed me to do it ... it was just standing there looking all cute and mewing, and I decided that it looked tasty. Don't worry, I made sure it died painlessly. So I skinned it, turned on the broiler, added some garlic, and voila, roast kitty.
It wasn't at all what I expected.
Today, I ate a cat. No, that wasn't a sexual reference. I meant I ate a cat. A real, honest-to-God feline, fur and all. I don't know what possessed me to do it ... it was just standing there looking all cute and mewing, and I decided that it looked tasty. Don't worry, I made sure it died painlessly. So I skinned it, turned on the broiler, added some garlic, and voila, roast kitty.
It wasn't at all what I expected.