THE CAT’S PAW (DREAM)
I’m up early, pull the milk bottle in from the 1960s pass through next to the door. It’s odd, not a glass bottle, but plastic. White, but with a wide mouth. Not wide enough. The cat’s paw reaches through, the cat caught inside. I grab the cat’s paw, to draw it through the mouth. I pull hard, and the cat’s paw and leg rip off. I drop the cat’s paw, like a lucky rabbit’s foot, blood spattering on the patterned linoleum.
I’ve got no way to get the mewling cat out of the bottle, so I put the bottle under the tap, turn on the water, drown the cat, putting it out of it’s misery.