Poor kitty.
I can't imagine how they killed you without cutting your jugular vein. I mean, it's still there with dead blood flowing this way and that. They say you were killed humanely, like a human, with a lethal dose of something lethal. But why, oh why, is your face frozen in a scream? Why are your eyes wide open? Why are your claws out and ready to kill?
The brains in my other class were better off. Even though they were stolen from unknowing corpses, at least they were dead when they were preserved in formalene. Did they drown you in the stuff? Did it take long? Did it hurt?
I can see you, naked without skin. Your muscles are just like mine. My pectoantibranchialis is tensing up as I try to separate your pectoantibranchialis. I pin your latissimus dorsi which I had accidentally severed. I was being too happy with my scalpel. You won't feel it, probably, but my grade will. I wasn't suppose to do that. I'll get deductions for that.
You have such sharp claws. You've already cut me twice with them. I panicked when I saw the blood and formalene mixing together. I didn't feel a thing. You were that sharp. Maybe that's your revenge from beyond the grave... or the dissecting table, in your case. Are you mad? Are you angry that you died to sate my curiosity?
Your muscles are so prominent, not like the other cats. I'm having no hard time identifying them. The cat beside us had too thin an transversus. They had to come to you to see yours. What were you when you were alive? Probably the street queen, the head honchette, the dutchess, the mistress of your ship, the big boss. Your musculature is so well-developed. In a world were might makes right, you must have been something.
I'll bring you home next week. Maybe I'll give you a decent burial.
Or, maybe not.
You're only a cat, after all.
Just a cat.
Oh God, YOU're talking to dead cats!
Go seek professional help immediately!
Wait a minute... dead cats? This may mean something.
Go read up that Jung book again.
Anyway, what are YOU doing writing this?
Study your 3 exams, write that sci-fi story, do something YOU're supposed to be doing!
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