Death, that implacable motherfucker, stalking Sekhnet’s farm, killing the helpless, the adorable, just for kicks.

“Once we give them a name, that’s the end of them,” said Sekhnet of Blue Eyes, who, like Dobby before him, no longer plays, eats and sleeps with his two sisters and older brother.   He hasn’t been seen in three days, meaning Death has made him an unwilling play thing.

The neighbor reports hearing a terrible scream in the middle of the night a few days ago.  He said he never heard anything like that sound.  It was the scream of a tiny frightened kitten, fighting for his life, with no chance in hell of winning.