The baby Espurr stirred in its sleep. Uncomfortable, it rolled onto its side, and returned unto the deeps.
The Meowstics stared.
"You told me we wouldn't do this," said the female. She bit her lip at the male's sharp gaze. He waved the bottle shard at her.
"Do you want this thing to just go unnoticed forever?" he hissed. "Because that's not going to happen, you know the way these things work, we need to...you know..."
"Get rid of the evidence," she said. She bit her lip. "Yes. I know. But you promised me we might keep this one. You know I can't have children, and this one-"
The male pressed the bottle shard against her throat.
"I will not let the son of a whore continue to live in my house," he said.
Espurr stirred again. The Meowstics froze. Espurr returned to deep sleep. The female glared at the male.
"Don't look at me like that," he said.
"This is your fault," she spat. "If you hadn't gotten drunk-"
Espurr moaned in its sleep.
"Be quiet you dunce!" said the male. "If it wakes, we're both dead!"
She nodded.
"You're right," she said. "Let"s do this."
The male approached the Espurr, and raised the bottle shard high above its head...
Espurr awoke.
There was a frozen silence.
The splatter of blood.
And another return to silence, as Espurr slept away.
It would deal with the corpses later. It had to eat somehow, right?