From: mdhangton@gmail.com   
      
   Do you think this scene is exciting?  Do you think it has   
   suspense?   
      
   I had been blocked to write it for a couple weeks.   
      
      
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         The kitten mewed.  I peeked over the blanket to see   
   her standing beyond the foot of the bed, her narrow tail   
   straight up to show the tiny star beneath its base.  She   
   noticed me, but didn't run.  Instead she turned to meow at   
   me.  She meowed again, then again and again.  She began to   
   pace about in circles, not the full circles of the room I   
   had seen her walk while I pretended to sleep; but small,   
   frantic turns.   
         Her mews became cries, and she wheeled her little face   
   about in panic as if surrounded by unstoppable wraiths.   
   "Please," I said.  I remembered the black salesman in   
   Waggles reciting terms of the addendum he stapled to her   
   adoption form, how fast the phrases _congenital defect_,   
   _in the event of fatality_, and _replacement at no   
   additional cost_ sped by.  "Oh, please!"   
         But then she rushed to the litter tray and hopped over   
   its wall.  She stood erect, her hind feet in gravel and   
   both front paws on the rim of the plastic box, frozen, her   
   tail rigid and her stare vacant.  I crept across the bed,   
   terrified by her stiffness, closer to the kitten than I had   
   ever come before.  That was when they came.  Like bloated   
   cocktail sausages (which I have seen on platters, but never   
   eaten), one after the other, they fell into the gravel.   
         It had become clear, even to me, what was happening;   
   still, a new wave of fear washed over me with each and   
   every bolus.  I imagined a proportional size for an adult   
   human and felt faint.  The kitten did not faint.  More   
   abrupt than it began, her process ceased; and, after a very   
   sudden turnaround, with narrowed nostrils, she squinted at   
   the product.   
         Absolute repellence filled her face.  With a paw   
   splayed wide, she gathered gravel from all directions.  No   
   living creature displayed such industry.  On and on she   
   heaped gray litter, then, in an attempt to add plastic to   
   her cairn, grated against the walls of the tray with fierce   
   and open claws.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)