Dr. NoSleep (host)

That's it.

Then we really show them people what's what."

Anderle laughs.

We all laugh.

Oh, cat, how sad it must feel to be nature's perfect killer, yet helpless before what you consider prey.

Yeah, well, it ain't exactly warm and fuzzy in me belly right now, no.

That is unfortunate.

Anderle lifts the dagger again, the mighty Wusthof blade, and makes certain the cat can see its sharp and deadly glory.

I would ask if you have any last words, cat, but I believe you have used them all up.

awkwardly because the blade was not meant for rat paws.

Anderle shifts the dagger around until he precariously grips the handle, the steel aimed directly at the cat's heart.

The tabby cat cries and dies.

One more murderer removed from the world.

One more chance for our next generation to survive.

When it is all over, we brethren pull back our hoods and grin our rat grins at each other.

I think that went well, Anderlai says, wiping the blade of the dagger on his robe.

A bit dramatic toward the end, but those are cats for you.

Always full of drama.

Hungry?

I ask Anderlai.