Tasty Tasty Meow

I went to a pretty rural high school. The closest convenience store was about a mile away, and some of my friends and I would go there for lunch. We thought we were badasses because we weren't supposed to leave the grounds during the school day, but we did it anyway. We were rebels.

Anyway, we would usually go to this shop, and I would buy a pack of Camels and a couple burritos. You know the ones. Deep fried, and delicious.

Well, this day, we pulled up and saw the usual 3 cars in the parking lot. We went inside, and nobody was there. We called out toward the office and kitchen, but nobody answered.

Now, I'm the kind of guy who helps people if they're in trouble. I stop fights, I give change to bums, I help friends move. So, concerned about the owners of the store, I went back outside, and around to the back.

Nothing could prepare me for what I saw.

There were no people, but there were cats. About a dozen of them. They were all dead, and in various states of dismemberment. Some were hanging from the ceiling, one was hanging half out of a grinder. It kind of disgusted me.

However, since there was nobody in the back, I went back around front.

I walked in, and the owner was behind the counter again. So, I made my usual order. 2 burritos and a pack of Camels.

I'll tell you something, my friends. Those burritos actually tasted better after I learned they were made of cat.

As a side note, I should have probably figured it out before that. The store had been shut down 10 times in a year for neighborhood pets gone missing.