01. Holiday Jams
There are mythical creatures in the stories of men where the fearful unknown were given names and forms to diminish their power. I have the six cats of the apocalypse roaming my yard with their diminutive stares and shiny coats of armor. They lap up the feast of the liver I lay in bounty before them as sacrifice and they howl with glee at the meal. I am enthralled by their callous oblivion to my offers of friendship and I laugh at them with the knowledge of their kind. But I hold a deep affection for them and I will willfully serve them up with delicious kibble until my withered hands can no longer scoop litter. Merry Christmas you furry little bastards!