In my apartment I was playing with my cat, Pumpkin. We were on the wooden kitchen floor when Pumpkin was distracted. Immediately, I knew it was a mouse. I looked under the refridgerator and saw it scurry out from under it. Pumkin chased it, but it looked like it was getting away. So I karate chopped it to slow it down and so Pumkin could catch it. Pumpkin got it and chewed it for a little bit. The mouse was maimed but not dead and actually looked pretty upset, even mad. Pumkin caught a look at the mouse’s face and was scared off. I thought, “Perhaps, that mouse may not really be a mouse.”

I felt the strong desire to kill it, and quickly. So I grabbed the butcher knife and cut off the mouse’s head, but it was still alive so I diced up the head too. It seemed dead then.

I went to get a garbage bag to clear the chopped mouse out of my house and when I came back the chunks were huge, like big pieces of deer meat. I started stuffing it all into the bag when I noticed there was a rather important piece missing, a piece that would have held one of the eyes. I knew that it had gotten away somehow and was waiting in some humid corner to regenerate or something later.

*Alarm goes off at 6:33 AM. I hit the snooze and fall back to sleep and dream something else I don’t remember.*