When I got home from work the front door was already open.
There was a light coming from the living room and I could hear her voice gently speaking to someone. I walked in and she was sitting on the sofa, in her wedding dress with Mr Pickles on her lap.
“There’s more than one way to skin a cat” she said holding the blade in her left hand and stroking him with the other.
“But I still prefer this one”