Cheap Gothic Soap Opera, Part 11

Barnabas convened a general meeting of the Woodson family for the purposes of hunting the mad kitten.

Mr. Woodson stood in the corner, hypnotized and drooling softly and quietly.

The rest of the family and the servants stood by, awaiting beloved Gornibas' orders.
"As many of you know, there is a mad kitten marauding the estate. We must destroy it before gently it rips out your throat."

One of the servants looked incredulous, "how could ah eetie beetsie kittie gow end kiwl a fuwl grown---"
"AHHHH, UGUGAHASHSHU UG UGHG GGH GHGGHGHUG, hhhellppeh meeeh..."
the rest of the people assembled there watched and stood by in horror as the mad kitten slowly and cutely ripped out the man's throat.
"uughgah, eeh me hel--p ehhmee, AHHHUSUGHGH..."
One of the people in the room made a half hearted gesture toward the servant as if suggesting 'do you...want to help him...maybe?'
But nothing came of it, and they all waited by until the gutteral bleeding raspings and functions of the broken vocal chords quieted down,
then the mad kitten joyfully and gracefully leaped through the open window, purring and meowing happily as it did so. It vaguely looked as if Elizabeth was smiling at the admittedly adorable animal, but then she turned solemn again upon glancing at the somewhat unsightly neck of the nameless servant whom she had always hated from a class standpoint.

After this bizarre and sickeningly macabre incident had passed, Barnabas suddenly remembered a dream he had where it instructed Mr. Woodson to go kill the kitten single handedly, unless someone else wanted to help.

No one did, so half drooling Mr. Woodson obediently set out to kill the cute, fuzzy, mad kitten.
An hour later there was a knock at the door. Someone threw in the bloody body of a small kitten. Mr. Woodson walked back in and made some insane humming sounds. Yes, it was the mad kitten alright, dead forever... or so they thought...

(OP: Ben, October 27 2006)