“Utterly déclassé,” the mouse said.
“For heaven’s sake,” said Jenny, “faux intellectual chitchat won't save you.”
“If you went after songbirds, at least you’d be standing up to bleeding-heart liberals. There’s nothing courageous in butchering a mouse.”
“Cats are apolitical, Squeaky.”
“I have children.”
“Lovely tone of anguished dignity,” said Jenny; “bravo.”
The mouse kept wriggling but Jenny had a non-slip grip.
“Of course I am from a cultured tribe,” said Jenny, “and I should use more of my gifts.”
She swallowed the mouse whole, that it might enjoy Jenny’s humming of Berlioz’s March to the Scaffold all the way down.
Omg, that is outrageously, and hilariously, shocking, just... shocking. ;)