The Black Cat, by Rekha Valliappan

Mrs. Archibald loved her neighbors. Her black cat did not. She called on them regularly with homemade pies. Wolfie chewed up their tulip heads. All got along even though they could never get rid of the cat.

One day a new neighbor arrived. Unschooled to friendly neighborhood practices she crowed victoriously.

'I did it!'

'Our fixture?! Nothing works.'

'Wolfie is dead!'

'...weed killer?... poison mushroom in muffins...?...'

'...ran him over and over...squashed flat - SPLAT!'

'But what did he do?'

'Crossed my path.'

'Were his legs sticking up?'

'How do you know...?'

'Purrr...That's him sitting there licking those paws!'