Cat

I've been having violent urges all morning. To watch someone in pain, just to watch, and maybe burst a few baloons? The balloons must be filled with air, as full as they can get, bursting, just begging for some pricking. Its some morbid fascination that started off with this cat i saw yesterday. A cat at the hangar. Empty hangar, calm sea, sea gulls, me and this cat.
The cat seemed to walk very slowly, deliberately as if in great pain, and then i noticed. The entire head of the cat was barely hanging on, thanks to some sinew. It was horrible, and yet i couldn't take my eyes off it. I wanted to help, but somehow i thought it would be better if the cat just died. Sad cat, alone at the hangar.