Bat Dream (11/7/05)

There were four bats. Three small black ones – soft, gentle, and flightless. More like pet mice, than bats. The fourth was much larger, and golden in color, with resemblance closer to a squirrel.

The cat came in and slowly devoured them. Tearing them up into bits. The black ones first, leaving them shredded like stuffed animals all over the floor. Then, finally, making its way to the golden bat, crunching its head between its teeth loudly.

The bats are helpless to stop this, having no flight and relying for all of their sustenance and care on humans. The humans watch, horrified, but do nothing to stop it.