One hour later, when I returned to that room then saw three of those cats already dead. The rat poison which I had bought didn’t get useless. I used it on the cats.

White had died on bed, orange one lay dead near the bowl, fat cat had blood coming out of its mouth and lay on the table while the Russian Blue was still moving. The Russian Blue looked up as I came and leaped towards me and began to lick me as nothing had happened.

I reckoned the cat wasn’t allowed to drink milk by other three. Three of those had died while the hungry one had survived. It did as it always had done, it began licking him. But the orange creepy cat was dead and it gave me some relief.

I knelt and caught the cat. I began to stroke its fur by thinking how I could kill it. I had run out of poison and throwing it out of window was nothing but foolishness.

I carried the Russian Blue and went inside the room where rats had been seen first. I took out the empty trunk, where I used to put war magazines and opened its lid.

I was thinking of a horrific way of death for the cat. I felt its fur on my fingers for a while and looked at the thick blue strap around its neck. The strap looked like a belt and it looked to be expensive. While it kept licking me, I untied the strap and saw the bare fur of its neck.

The neck looked bizarre for me at first. It looked like the cat's throat had been slit and was fixed back again. I ran my finger on the wound and became sure it wasn’t makeover or rat's dried blood but was real mark of sliced neck.

Who could do it to a cat? I didn’t know and didn’t care but I knew very well who had revived it even after being throat slit open.

Satan.

The cat had been dead but now it was brought back to life. And it was awarded as a gift for me by Satan for some reason. Why would he give me this cat?

I had a place to keep my gift. And it lay open in front of me.

I put the cat in trunk and locked it in there so that it would suffocate to death.

And I was going to make sure the cat was dead this time.

Seconds after locking it in there, I heard it mew and scratch the lid in fear. I wanted Satan to be in that place but its gift wasn’t a bad idea either.

Cat began to suffocate…