"Once a lean, black-and-white cat edged between his feet and tripped him, overturning at the same time a beaker half full of a red liquid. The shock was severe, and to this day Malone is not certain of what he saw; but in dreams he still pictures that cat as it scuttled away with certain monstrous alterations and peculiarities."
H.P. Lovecraft, The Horror At Red Hook
H.P. Lovecraft, The Horror At Red Hook
I really like the look you got with its eyes.
ReplyDeleteOh noes, the crazy cat from THARH!
ReplyDeleteMalone never really recovered from that raid on the heathen cult at Red Hook. Lovecraft hated the place: a brand new suit he never got to wear, was stolen from his rooms, and he was vehement in his hatred for the thief or thieves.
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