Short... not very erotic but pretty dark.... lol....

The Kitten

The small black kitten saw the sunken dark brown body of its owner. He sniffed the stiff body, looking for some sign of life. There was none. It walked away hoping for the smell of cat food. He had seen his mother catch birds and small rodents; he thought he would try. The pisser was that he did not know how to catch a bird. His bones ached with hunger. His belly was swollen with worms and intestinal rot. The last thing he had eaten was a single french fry left by a stoner and his bitch. The fry felt stuck in his immature esophagus. The mothers milk had been gone before the owner had died. He had seen his mother hit by the car, her gut popped, and her brains spilled out turning the shiny yellow translucent line a bright crimson red. The milk dried quickly. Mom was no fun any more. The dog that ate his sister still prowled around the area looking for his next alpo supplement. Dog food was no good; he was dog food. He knew that and trembled in fear. The owner had been a smelly man who got his cat food out of safeway dumpsters. The cans were empty and dry, the catfood a pasty, powdery substance. Some of the cans hurt his face and the mold was thick but it had been food. The owner had always cursed the cats and said that they ate better than him. The chicken he ate was the best; bloody and rotting; the alluring aroma infiltrating his nostrils long before the stripped bone was tossed his way. The owner was gone, the rotting catfood and chicken was gone, and soon his bones would be sticking out of his dirty black fur.
The little girl had always been in trouble with her parents for as long as she could remember. Nothing she did ever pleased her parents. She had thought about suicide but she found her solace in nature. It was nature and the desire to involve herself in that nature that kept her alive. She was stalking a tiger today. She had already trapped the elusive rhino earlier in the day. She saw a rustling in the bushes and crouched low to watch. The small dirty black kitten crawled out mewling sorrowfully with briar cuts all over him and spider webs in his eyes. The girl saw the cat. Delight filled her eyes as she leveled the 1889 winchester pump .22 to her shoulder and cocked the slide smoothly chambering a round. Her finger squeezed the trigger, slowly, carefully, until the report was heard. The dirty black kitten tumbled a few times and came to a rest, twitching softly until all life was gone. The girl picked up the carcass by the tail and held it to the sky saying," Good bye, good body." She than threw the black deflated body into a drainage ditch and walked away whistling.