Today I microwaved a cat, I watched it slowly cripple to the floor through a graded yellow screen, it was scratching its head trying to keep its eardrums from exploding to no avail. I watched it’s fur stand up as it’s head grew a quick inch and slowly hit the floor. As it lay motionless, slowly rotating in circles, I felt no remorse for the next 6 minutes while it’s blood boiled and eyes became blood red slowly falling out of its sockets. I took it out with the oven mitts my mother gave me before she died, I knew they meant nothing to her, they were a pity gift, she told me to make brownies or something… but instead they hold a 325* degree dead cat. I lay it on my table and unzip my pants. I turn it’s head so it’s looking at me, or whatever’s left of it’s face. My cock surprisingly penetrates the cats ass with ease, I love the burning pain, it’s melted intestines offer a warm sleeve for my cock to rest in. As I lay more pumps into this motionless cat I smile. I smile because I took a life, the life I never lived was because of this cat. My mother put food on this cats plate before me, for 13 years I was always her last priority. But today I take back all the pain and heartache this cat caused me, I scream in joy as I aggressively thrust my cock deeper into this dead shithead. I crunch his body like a slinky into my pelvis so my dick can see the world through the mouth which was feed before me… loved before me… given a better life than me.