~The Cat's Meow~


 

My wife adores the beast who roams our humble home. She's named him... Fabio. This cat gets more affection than I do. He's always mean-spirited, nasty, and easily agitated with everyone.

Everyone but my wife.

The day began mundanely, as most of my days do. I awoke to the intoxicating smells of a scrumptious breakfast consisting of bacon and eggs. However, there was one problem. The breakfast wasn't meant for me. When I saw Monica feeding this feline fiend my bacon and farm fresh eggs, I lost it.

Okay, maybe I overreacted by tossing the damned cat out of the kitchen window, but I was upset.

Wouldn't you be?

He left a couple of nice, deep bloody gouges in my forearm for my troubles.

I'd get even, once and for all.

After she left for the office, I prepared my wife a wonderful meal. Accompanying my beautifully garnished meat dish was a sweet red wine. You see, earlier, I'd caught Fabio and twisted his mangy neck.

His eyes bulged from their sockets when I squeezed the life out of him.

Monica loved it, exclaiming the meal was the cat's meow.

If only she'd known...