This time feels strange, I feel like I’m huge. Evil Cat took a step in his new form—he was amazed at his own paw—the claws alone were as big as the cat he was accustomed to being. His tail swished around and it almost frightened him, it looked like a large python with stripes. His former cat mind thought he would be eaten, his new cat mind snapped into focus and told him, now, you do the eating. Jungle trees dropped their shadows, while overhead the birdsong screeched and cawed. Only an occasional peep came from the small birds. Steamy air was pungent with the smell of life and death. Forest loam sank underneath his feet like a well-worn slipper, comforting and cushioning his step, silencing his progress as he stalked. With each step memories blossomed in his mind of what he was and had come to be; from where didn’t matter. Evil Cat must have earned the body he was given, and he intended to wreak havoc on the village at the edge of the woods.

“…now, you do the eating.”

When the sun surrendered the sky to a sliver of moon, Evil Cat could still see with a clarity that would make his human prey jealous. His nose made every object in the path of the gentle breeze betray itself, his instincts filtered out the edible from the rest. Every whispered sound registered. Those heightened senses led him to where his terrible employ would feed his hungers, and Evil Cat’s horrific want would sate his heart with death throes rich spiritual sustenance.

Over a cleared field he skulked, head low, feeling his way over tilled soil made hard by the sunshine. Past standing stalks of crops that held no interest to a predator of magnificent bearing such as tigers display. Plants were for the victims to enjoy.

How kind of his meal, they had left holes to their lair open. With a muscular bound, gracefully clearing the framed window, the tiger leaped, he grabbed his prey by the throat and clenched his powerful jaws. The human surrendered consciousness in seconds, his life in minutes; and was dragged out the same egress the big cat had entered without a sound. Evil Cat carried his meal to the edge of the trees and casually devoured his meat; relishing each mouthful of nutrition and enjoying the knowledge that his sup was his vile purpose.

For three months the surrounding countryside lived in terror of the night. Evil Cat roamed at will, taking his pleasures unabated by guards or the fires they circled their homes with. His rule did come to an end one day. An army patrol hunted him, beating the bush, herding him to an open glade where a snipers well placed bullet put his amusement to rest.


About The Author

Paul Block lives in a small town about an hour and a half west of Chicago. In 2010, he was a transport driver (gasoline hauler), but lost his job due to chronic glaucoma. By the end of 2011, he admitted he could no longer drive a car. In 2012 he even had to give up his bicycle.

Fortunately, he can still read and see a computer screen, but life became a living nightmare of home imprisonment. As his world shrank, he decided to try writing. Now his world is as vast as time and space itself in books and story telling.

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