It was Halloween morning. There was blood in the hallway. There was a lot of blood in the hallway.
There were boxes in the hallway with enough blood on them to completely cover one of them. There was blood on the walls where claws had scraped. There was a trail of blood. There were drops of blood on shoes and books and items.
The black cat was down the hall, calmly grooming.
The tiny little grey cat was missing.
The blood led into the kitchen.
For several seconds I was afraid of what I might find.
Toenail break. Cut ear from scratching. A blood soaked paw and head. A first bath. One angry little cat. One offended cat.
