The high beams perforated the cold night air as the engine surged toward the top of the grade. Music seeped from the window, left open for the brisk renewal brought on at forty miles an hour. The car crested the hilltop, the chassis lifting for a moment before settling back down. A thump at the left front tire. Two more: one at the feet of the driver, the second somewhere behind. Then a leap from the right rear tire.
Me: 1. Cat: 0.
Me: 1. Cat: 0.
beautiful... thats all there is to say, beautiful. No really, great writing, you would never suspect it to be about the most wonderful slaying of an idiotic beast.
have you no shame? there will come a day when your daughter will cry when you do that.
I didn't do it on purpose.
Maybe you should have...
It wasn't a cat. It was a little night monster and it deserved to die.
That's what I'm gonna think anyway.