Yeah...okay...sue me. I think the LOL cats or whatever-the-hell they're called are kind of lame, but I had a black cat like the one in the picture when I was growing up, and well, I miss him sometimes. Cat's can be so primal, y'know? Like, if they were bigger, they'd eat us.
Thanksgiving is tomorrow here in the "States" (yum), so I'll just leave you with this (it's not as plot spoiling as the black cat):
“You been up to the cemetery tonight?” Deputy Harrison’s black mustache froze, and his tiny eyes punched two holes in the pale sheet of his face. Dry ice pumped into my stomach at the mention of the cemetery. The ghost of limestone gates flashed past as Megan and I drove home. It’d looked quiet. A breeze cut across the yard, rattling limbs like old bones. Harrison scratched the side of his face, but he never even shivered.