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| No one dared to enter room 8-B. The building's supervisor would slip an envelope under the door for rent payment and turn his head in disgust at the smell of urine and mold that exuded out. He promised his wife he would evict her, but cringed at the thought of remodeling the remains of the room. What caused the supervisor's nauseated reluctance? Lets find out- A mass of stray cats swarmed over the soiled carpet in the living room. In the kitchen, a cat licked it's testicles while sprawled on top of a twenty year old microwave. Even more casts scurried throughout the bathroom as well. An orange cat drank from the grime coated toilet bowl, only to jump down and vomit the contents of it's stomach onto the floor. Two cats mated inside the mildew caked bathtub, while another cat rummaged through the wastebasket and clawed at used toilet paper. Back in the living room, on a second-hand sofa, sat Frances "The Cat Lady" as she's called by her fellow tenants. Under the sofa, a decomposed Siamese lay matted to the carpet. She wondered where Filini ran off to. Frances figured those damn kids downstairs had something to do with it. Frances, in red-feces filled-sweatpants and a bra dragged the TV tray closer to her stretched-marked stomach covered in pubic hair. A beam of sunlight jetted from the window behind the sofa and glared onto the dust covered television. She loved to watch re-runs of "The Golden Girls" while she ate dinner. Placed on the TV tray in front of her was an Elvis 10th anniversary commemorative plate her sister gave her in 1987. On the plate sat the corpse of a recently killed rat, or a "present" as she called it, delivered to her by Sherlock, a grey and white tomcat she lured into her apartment last year. She clamped into her greasy hands a plastic fork and knife which she used to slice down the center of the flea-bitten rodent. On the television screen, Blanche made a joke about wanting to sleep with a pool boy she met at the local health club. Frances howled with laughter as she slurped the tiny rat liver into her gaping mouth. A drop of blood trickled down her chin and landed into her lint-filled belly button. -THE END |
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