The Blood

"Sorry kitty, but there’s only one way to do this," Joel explained.

He carefully spread the kittens hair with his fingers. He spotted the evidence he needed and put the kitten down with a somewhat disgusted look on his face.

" Yep, your a female all right," Joel said.

Joel strolled over to the sink and turned on the faucet. He washed his hands quite thoroughly. Joel was a clean man especially when it came to his hands. He was very anal about cleaning of his hands, some might say obsessive. He picked up the hand towel to dry off his hands and strolled back over to the fridge. All the while the kitten pranced around Joel’s legs, staying very close to him. Joel glanced toward the kitchen counter as he threw the towel onto it. Before he could spin his head back toward his walking direction, the kitten moved directly in front of the lead leg Joel was bringing in front of him for his next stride.

Joel felt the kitten’s body against his leg and he stopped with such sudden reflex that he lost his balance. He brought his hands out in front of him as the expected fall was becoming more and more impending . He gazed up just in time to see that the refrigerator door was still open. With a sharp glance back downward he saw a port wine cheese log. The cheese log laid on a wooden cutting board, and beside it a sharp cheese knife, used to cut the log, was balanced on the edge of the wooden cutting board.

Joel brought his flailing hands crashing down onto the first rack of the refrigerator. His right hand, which happen to be the same hand he grasped the chain with, pressed down on the handle of the cheese log knife and sent the blade sitting straight up. In those brief few milli-seconds Joel’s eyes widened. What he saw was a very sharply pointed cheese log knife, that just so happened to have a bit of cheese remaining on it, heading into his eyeball.

"pplllshh."

The knife was injected into Joel’s right eyeball. The knife’s length was about eight inches, long enough to penetrate into Joel’s brain. He was killed instantly. The left side of Joel’s face was pushed right into the port wine cheese log. His body weight leaned against the first rack and caused it to collapse onto the second rack. He had the same effect on the second, and sent him crashing into the hard plastic bottom, overtop the crisper drawers. A crack in the plastic resulted.

There Joel laid dead with a cheese log knife embedded into his eyeball and ultimately into his brain, with cheese smeared all over the other side of his face. Blood was draining down the edge of the refrigerator and onto the linoleum floor. The floor was slanted just enough for a stream of red to flow across the linoleum.

When the kitten saw Joel fall, she sprinted out of danger, and now she just sat, still purring, and watched Joel lay lifeless in the fridge. This fact changed the kitten’s hunger none. It intensified her hunger. The smell of the cheese was too much for the hungry kitten to resist.

The kitten stalked towards the smashed port wine cheese log, walking right through the stream of blood, flowing from Joel’s eye. The kitten slipped a little as her paw came down, smearing the still warm blood. The kitten caught her balance and pranced on. All four of her paws splashed into the deep red stream.