Meow Meow Meow

"Hey hey! Daddy's home!" announced Kevin Tyler as he burst through his front door. He was greeted by silence.

"Sorry, hon. Just me tonight," answered his wife Amanda. Kevin put down his briefcase and accepted an envelope from the pile she was sorting through. "The girls aren't home tonight?" he asked, tossing the letter on the side table as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Upstairs in Jennifer's room," said Amanda. "And you're persona non grata."

"What? What did- damn it, it's not the cat is it?" he asked incredulously. Amanda shushed him.

"Kevin, give them time."

"But it had turned for fuck sake!" he burst out.

"Keep it down," she hissed. "It was their pet, hon, they loved him." Kevin leaned back against the kitchen counter and nodded towards a brownish stain they still had not managed to wash out of the wall.

"Just like the Murphy's loved their dog. You thought of how we're going to tell them yet?" Amanda shrugged and stared at the blood stained wall.

"Maybe we should repaint the whole kitchen instead of just that spot," she said.

"Amanda."

"Alright, alright," she sighed, looking back at him. "Maybe we could just play dumb? Suggest one of them came through and got the cat and the dog?" Kevin ran a hand over his head and walked to the fridge.

"Are they going to eat tonight?" he asked.

"I don't know. Could you at least have trapped Snuggles and killed him outside? The kids really didn't need to see you crush his head with a rolling pin," Amanda asked. Kevin glanced over at the marble rolling pin his mother had given them last Christmas. He had thought it a useless gift at the time since neither of them baked, but after having used it on the zombified head of his cat he had come to appreciate it. 'I'll have to call her tonight and thank her,' he thought.

"Babe, 'Snuggles' had just dragged the neighbour's German Shepard into the kitchen where I was serving our children breakfast and started to eat him," he said sarcastically. "And what was I supposed to catch it in? Maybe pick it up with my bare hands?"

"No."

"Hoping maybe I'll get zombied as well so you can cash in on the insurance?" he smirked. She crossed the room and slipped into his arms.

"Well, the thought had crossed my mind," she said softly. He sniffed her hair and she pushed him away laughing.

"Come on. Help me get dinner started and then maybe you could go up and convince them I'm not the bad guy here."