Chapter One: Felinecide
Carlotta thought she had taken care of everything. The old broad, Amanda, was easy. A slight overdose of catnip, and her twenty something year old body couldn't take it, she was gone within months. Nina, the younger one took some doing, a slow drip, drip, of rat poison in her food did her in. It took a few years for it to kill her, but at last Nina also was out of her life. Carlotta had wormed her way into this house with a virtuoso display of cuteness in a restaurant parking lot, but once she was in, sharing was not on her mind. She wanted the whole house to herself. She wanted to be an 'only kitty'. Now her last challenge lay ahead, that tough old calico, Marlena.
Marlena was different, she had been brought up on the mean streets. She knew how to survive. Living on garbage and the occasional handout, Marlena had lived for years without a home. When she finally found her way into this house, she knew she had made it and no little upstart kitten was going to take it away. Carlotta, however would give it her best.
When the tricks she had tried on Amanda and Nina failed, Carlotta had to come up with a plan that hadn't been tried before. It couldn't be obvious, like stabbing her in her sleep. Choking her was out of the question, because Carlotta knew she'd be on the losing end of any physical combat with Marlena. It was when that big, dumb, black dog, Molly moved in that she figured out what to do.
Slowly over a period of time, Carlotta gathered a quantity of gravy that she would garner from the left over dishes that the human, Mark, would leave in the sink every night. When she had enough gravy she began her plan. After the house fell silent and dark every night, she would sneak out her stash of gravy and drip a bit on the sleeping Marlena's neck. The smell of the gravy would waft through the house until it drifted under Molly's nose, awakening her. Over a period of time, Marlena's neck became denuded of fur as night after night, Molly licked the gravy off, taking a bit of gravy flavored fur with each lick.
Marlena awakened every morning in a fowl mood, her sleep interrupted in the middle of the night by the beast licking her fur off. To the humans it looked like some kind of a disease, mange or some such thing. Yet, after numerous trips to the veterinarian no solution was found, and with each passing day Marlena's health seemed to deteriorate. Finally after she seemed to be near death, it was decided that Marlena would be sent away to live out her life at 'The old cats home', a place the humans called 'Garet's House'.