I came home from running an errand, and instead of greeting me at the door like he normally does, The Boss' cat was sitting on the living room floor. I kicked off my shoes, and as I was taking off my jacket, I looked over at him.
He smiled at me. I know that sounds strange, but I swear that he did. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing things, and sure enough... there he sat, calm and complacent, with a smug smile on his face.
I felt the small hairs on the back of my neck rise up. Something wasn't right.
I walked over to where he sat, and as I approached he stood up and walked into the kitchen. I looked down at the floor, and saw this:
My stomach dropped and a shiver ran up my spine.
He had arranged his toy puppy and a piece of string in such a way that it looked like he has eviscerated it.
I looked over to see where the cat was, and he was sitting on the kitchen floor, unusually calm.
That could be you, he seemed to say.
I was a little disturbed by this, but I brushed it off. I fed the cat and gave him some fresh water.
... and I watched my back the entire evening.