Today I thought I might have an espresso down at the local Starbucks. As I got near the famed coffee house, I came across a helpless little kitten. Grey it was, large yellow eyes peering into my face and pulling out all the guilt I've kept hidden all these years.

And so I picked up the filthy little feline and returned home. Into the kitchen I went, filling the sink with warm water. I scrubbed the wee animal squeaky clean. I looked around the kitchen for a towel, but alas, none to be found. Although, lying on the counter was a lovely little machine called the microwave oven. A few minutes in there and she'll be warm and dry.

I put the little bundle of joy inside and set the timer on for 5 minutes. I went into the lounge and watched a documentary on a little retarded boy living in a cave. After a while I heard a pop noise and the finishing beep. The kitty must be surely dry by now.

As I walked into the kitchen, a delicious aroma tickled my nose, a smell like freshly cooked chicken. The microwave was dark and quiet. I reached for the door handle and pulled it open. The delicious aroma completely hit me now. The inside of the oven was a mess of scratched plastic and half cooked flesh and fur. I quickly unplugged the microwave and carried it to the window. I pushed it out and never saw it again.

THE END

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