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I like animals.
Animals are better than people. They’re real, not phony, two-faced or superficial. They’re just themselves, take it or leave it, now feed me.
I had a Rott for a while. For ten years she was my baby. Her name was Tasha and she was the smartest dog ever. But she got sick and died as purebred dogs tend to do. Cracked my heart wide open.
Afterwards, I got some kittens. Couldn’t bring myself to get another dog. They seemed kinda silly at first but they grew into excellent mouse catchers. That’s important where I live out here on my own, south of town. Ain’t no one around for miles. Hidden by some hills, my property affords me the privacy I like and yes, I do have a gun to protect that privacy.
Weird crap happens out in the world; people do stupid things. Can’t leave well enough alone. I don’t like none of it.
One day I hear this snuffling sound round the back door. I opened it and saw what I had never seen before. Well, not in person so to speak. No bigger than me and green with the widest mouth. It didn’t belong. Not in this part of the world, not in this millennium times one hundred thousand. But some idiot brought it back into this world. Probably wants to experiment on it. Just a baby, really.
That’s when I noticed the cats were missing. Have to get more. Mice won’t be enough.