The baby’s arms were fully attached to the cat, exactly where its front legs and paws had been previously, and it seemed at least that the surgery was a success even though the creation still had not yet fully recovered. Smitty was busying himself with throwing away, washing, and/or burning any evidence of what had only transpired three hours ago. Jane was watching over the animal, as she was feeling quite maternal and protective, and had the training to handle any situation. The “cat” was sedated in an upstairs room inside of a crib with all the appropriate gear hanging around asking all the inappropriate questions to hasten the healing process, but Jane stood off to the side monitoring this equipment, occasionally staring off into space trying to grasp what she and Smitty had truly done this night. Her sweat and musk thick in the small plastic-covered room, the bleeping machines blurry beyond the translucent shades and the windows were covered with cellophane and tinfoil to keep out harmful irradiation, or perhaps there to keep the secrets of this act private.
The “cat” slept calmly through the night and into the next morning, Smitty had gone to bed hours ago, and Jane was the only one left awake to care for the creature. The sheets had to be changed periodically, a little more frequently than the bandages, but the mess would become too much too quickly sometimes. Now, as she stared into all those monitors set up to measure the results, she started to recall how it had been so much different for Smitty and herself just a few weeks ago. They met just after Jane finished nursing school earning the fully elaborate degree while high on crank and many other uppers all throughout her tenure, and could play by ear the techniques that would keep the animal alive, starting to date and moving-in with each other months before anything like this. Never had the relationship been this intense, never before with a specific direction in mind. They were originally together to enjoy each other’s company for as long as it was agreeably decent for both of them to participate within, now they could never turn back.
Surgery was an amateur interest at first for Jane, she had studied for a short while to become a nurse, and Smitty had a strong medical fetish as Jane found out being intimate with him a little longer. They had both pursued some classes in taxidermy as a couple, and shared a common delight in knowing more about the art of surgery and anatomy, connecting through their love of knowledge. They had talked about children en numera after the relationship kept getting progressively more serious, Jane soon understood that Smitty saw this all as a way to make them both closer in some way, but the way she felt didn’t give her any inkling as to what extent. They were both going to change the world phenomenally, though unthinkably, toward the next conclusion.
Smitty collected scalpels as a habit of choice, and how he enjoyed their sleek chrome, their slim yet efficient design. Sometimes it was scary to watch Smitty wax taboo over the passion for his instruments of choice. Smitty was normally a calm and passive person on the surface, but beneath that there was a masochistic glee that infused every action with a juvenile fearsomeness that seemed almost palpable to the right people, those were the ones that Smitty relished frightening the most. Sometimes he sat for hours watching those medical shows on television when he got near one, and after Jane moved in with him, they soon acquired a television with the usual cable/ satellite transmissions. It was only a few weeks straight, falling asleep in front of the television, before Smitty stopped talking children altogether with Jane. The crack/ cocaine had begun to take its toll on his mind as well, and Jane had taken up crystal meth just the other day, just to put more distance between herself and Smitty. He had become a real bitch to hang around with,
Suddenly over the course of one night, it came to a head, and Smitty began telling Jane about his plot to advance science. Even before that, though, they brought a cat into their home. A lonely boy cat that they had found while walking along the boulevard, Smitty had taken to the creature right away, but Jane took her time getting used to its personality. A kind of pastel Calico that had only been in this world a few short days itself, Smitty was particularly gentle with it, and took baths with the small animal after he had become so fully attached. Sitting in a rocking chair with the cat in a towel, slowly rocking along to an Elvis Costello tune, and Smitty with the largest smile on his face, he was so pleased. Which was why the events afterward were so bizarre in hindsight.
He had begun watching those medical shows, with the cat after their time spent bonding, the odd glance or two common between them as though there were an understanding between these different creatures. Smitty was now cold and distant at most periods of the day, and looked down his nose at his own creation, he seemed to treat the matter as though he did not even care. His indifference followed to the bedroom, rolling over after a short blurt of lovemaking, and when Jane seemed adequately pleased he would drift on into his other interests in secretive detail. By the time that the cat was but a few weeks under their care, Smitty’s attention was drawn away to work, but secretly the stressful situation drove him to reconsider his idea. However, ideal for an interesting blueprint being formulated where Smitty’s mind was crossing an edge between those classroom-real situations and the fantastic sciences few dared.
Back as Jane and Smitty grew more proficient in their taxidermy skills, they began to quiz each other on the topics of anatomy and surgical procedures on the fly back and forth, and even in front of relatives during family gatherings. Delighting in the distinct disgust of their respective relations as they sat and chatted over meals. Dissections of this or that thing became common interjections for all those who came to know these two even slightly better than their parents, getting to know them at all was quite a frustrating ordeal sometimes, and even their parents didn’t like to be seen socializing with them much. Holidays were those occasional instances. They didn’t get the blood on their hands until a little later.
The knife fetish was wearing thin for Jane, who now seemed to be the only one to take the responsibility for the animal they had recreated together, and Smitty just sulked and went back and forth between interests like an unhappy child with too much on his mind. Jane just had no idea what to do with him, and all while taking care of their “cat”. The nights began to grow quieter as the distance grew between them, and these lonely nights were spent nursing the cat back to health in the sterile room. Smitty just whiled away the evenings into dawn with late-night medical programs, freebasing cocaine until he would pass out at eight in the morning, and Jane finding him asleep on he couch as she woke soon afterward. She was beginning to tire of the silent mistreatment and cold calculations it appeared that Smitty was up to.
She stood there half-dressed behind the couch watching Smitty sleep, and wondering where their relationship had gone, when a cry came out of the nursery that woke them both in a way. They looked at each other then, eyes wide and lit with an unusual fire, and then raced to get to the room first from where their creation was wailing for attention. Once across the threshold of destiny, there was no going back to whatever normal life might have been, and their lives were now to that next level. There in the crib, peeking through the bars was the face of their cat, but fingers gripped the rails where a curious baby would have. Something profound was tearing open their human minds with two large hands, and firmly pointing at their ‘product’ in all its glory. Their jaws dropped as though it were all timed in some event or race.
The fear of discovery was sharp in their minds, with the “cat” in full recovery it seemed like the experiment was a success, and here they stood now not noticing the huge gap in-between each other in communication. Pre-planned as if to look like an accident, but nature never moved the mountains to make this thing before them both, until now that is. The meow threw both of them on their asses with laughter, as the much larger arms moved unwieldy to their host, and shaking a rattle that suddenly drew the cat’s attention. The “cat” was now standing on its hind legs, with one hand that gripped the rail of the crib, and the other hand fascinated with the rattle sitting in its palm. Smitty touched Jane’s arm, and looked at her with an enthusiastic fire in his eyes, it was as though all the distance melted with this tender moment of realization.
The “cat” slept calmly through the night and into the next morning, Smitty had gone to bed hours ago, and Jane was the only one left awake to care for the creature. The sheets had to be changed periodically, a little more frequently than the bandages, but the mess would become too much too quickly sometimes. Now, as she stared into all those monitors set up to measure the results, she started to recall how it had been so much different for Smitty and herself just a few weeks ago. They met just after Jane finished nursing school earning the fully elaborate degree while high on crank and many other uppers all throughout her tenure, and could play by ear the techniques that would keep the animal alive, starting to date and moving-in with each other months before anything like this. Never had the relationship been this intense, never before with a specific direction in mind. They were originally together to enjoy each other’s company for as long as it was agreeably decent for both of them to participate within, now they could never turn back.
Surgery was an amateur interest at first for Jane, she had studied for a short while to become a nurse, and Smitty had a strong medical fetish as Jane found out being intimate with him a little longer. They had both pursued some classes in taxidermy as a couple, and shared a common delight in knowing more about the art of surgery and anatomy, connecting through their love of knowledge. They had talked about children en numera after the relationship kept getting progressively more serious, Jane soon understood that Smitty saw this all as a way to make them both closer in some way, but the way she felt didn’t give her any inkling as to what extent. They were both going to change the world phenomenally, though unthinkably, toward the next conclusion.
Smitty collected scalpels as a habit of choice, and how he enjoyed their sleek chrome, their slim yet efficient design. Sometimes it was scary to watch Smitty wax taboo over the passion for his instruments of choice. Smitty was normally a calm and passive person on the surface, but beneath that there was a masochistic glee that infused every action with a juvenile fearsomeness that seemed almost palpable to the right people, those were the ones that Smitty relished frightening the most. Sometimes he sat for hours watching those medical shows on television when he got near one, and after Jane moved in with him, they soon acquired a television with the usual cable/ satellite transmissions. It was only a few weeks straight, falling asleep in front of the television, before Smitty stopped talking children altogether with Jane. The crack/ cocaine had begun to take its toll on his mind as well, and Jane had taken up crystal meth just the other day, just to put more distance between herself and Smitty. He had become a real bitch to hang around with,
Suddenly over the course of one night, it came to a head, and Smitty began telling Jane about his plot to advance science. Even before that, though, they brought a cat into their home. A lonely boy cat that they had found while walking along the boulevard, Smitty had taken to the creature right away, but Jane took her time getting used to its personality. A kind of pastel Calico that had only been in this world a few short days itself, Smitty was particularly gentle with it, and took baths with the small animal after he had become so fully attached. Sitting in a rocking chair with the cat in a towel, slowly rocking along to an Elvis Costello tune, and Smitty with the largest smile on his face, he was so pleased. Which was why the events afterward were so bizarre in hindsight.
He had begun watching those medical shows, with the cat after their time spent bonding, the odd glance or two common between them as though there were an understanding between these different creatures. Smitty was now cold and distant at most periods of the day, and looked down his nose at his own creation, he seemed to treat the matter as though he did not even care. His indifference followed to the bedroom, rolling over after a short blurt of lovemaking, and when Jane seemed adequately pleased he would drift on into his other interests in secretive detail. By the time that the cat was but a few weeks under their care, Smitty’s attention was drawn away to work, but secretly the stressful situation drove him to reconsider his idea. However, ideal for an interesting blueprint being formulated where Smitty’s mind was crossing an edge between those classroom-real situations and the fantastic sciences few dared.
Back as Jane and Smitty grew more proficient in their taxidermy skills, they began to quiz each other on the topics of anatomy and surgical procedures on the fly back and forth, and even in front of relatives during family gatherings. Delighting in the distinct disgust of their respective relations as they sat and chatted over meals. Dissections of this or that thing became common interjections for all those who came to know these two even slightly better than their parents, getting to know them at all was quite a frustrating ordeal sometimes, and even their parents didn’t like to be seen socializing with them much. Holidays were those occasional instances. They didn’t get the blood on their hands until a little later.
The knife fetish was wearing thin for Jane, who now seemed to be the only one to take the responsibility for the animal they had recreated together, and Smitty just sulked and went back and forth between interests like an unhappy child with too much on his mind. Jane just had no idea what to do with him, and all while taking care of their “cat”. The nights began to grow quieter as the distance grew between them, and these lonely nights were spent nursing the cat back to health in the sterile room. Smitty just whiled away the evenings into dawn with late-night medical programs, freebasing cocaine until he would pass out at eight in the morning, and Jane finding him asleep on he couch as she woke soon afterward. She was beginning to tire of the silent mistreatment and cold calculations it appeared that Smitty was up to.
She stood there half-dressed behind the couch watching Smitty sleep, and wondering where their relationship had gone, when a cry came out of the nursery that woke them both in a way. They looked at each other then, eyes wide and lit with an unusual fire, and then raced to get to the room first from where their creation was wailing for attention. Once across the threshold of destiny, there was no going back to whatever normal life might have been, and their lives were now to that next level. There in the crib, peeking through the bars was the face of their cat, but fingers gripped the rails where a curious baby would have. Something profound was tearing open their human minds with two large hands, and firmly pointing at their ‘product’ in all its glory. Their jaws dropped as though it were all timed in some event or race.
The fear of discovery was sharp in their minds, with the “cat” in full recovery it seemed like the experiment was a success, and here they stood now not noticing the huge gap in-between each other in communication. Pre-planned as if to look like an accident, but nature never moved the mountains to make this thing before them both, until now that is. The meow threw both of them on their asses with laughter, as the much larger arms moved unwieldy to their host, and shaking a rattle that suddenly drew the cat’s attention. The “cat” was now standing on its hind legs, with one hand that gripped the rail of the crib, and the other hand fascinated with the rattle sitting in its palm. Smitty touched Jane’s arm, and looked at her with an enthusiastic fire in his eyes, it was as though all the distance melted with this tender moment of realization.
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