Socio Paths
Not all serial killers are ugly on the outside. Nor are all serial killers driven by twisted sado-sexual urges. Not all serial killers were abused in their infancy; some had loving families. Terrifyingly, there are killers who are charming, seemingly-normal, and quite physically attractive. These are the ones who are the most frightening and the least likely to get caught. They are well-groomed and intelligent. They are territorial and possessive; believing that they somehow own the person who loves them the most. They can be highly affectionate towards their loved ones, even demandingly so, while displaying openly antisocial behaviour towards those outside of their immediate family circle. Yet, they lack the very humanity to feel compassion for their victims. They do not kill out of a need to survive, there is no primal hunt-to-eat instinct involved, it is purely for the sport. This type of killer will exercise amazing degrees of patience; oftentimes stalking their victims before closing in. They kill because they like to. Many of them indulge themselves in horrifying rituals of torture before they end an innocent life . . . tearing with sharp teeth at their victims’ flesh and tasting the rich coppery gush of blood. Delaying the inevitable release from pain with their brutal game of life and death. Some killers have even been known to take “trophies” from their dead or dying victims; others will mutilate the bodies and leave monstrous clues for the authorities to stumble over. They live among us, these killers, they are beloved and believed innocent. Who knew that such evil could lurk within such beauty?
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If you look carefully you will see that behind the would-be killer is a partial portrait of Fluffy ~ the infamous MouseSlayer. Although sufficient evidence was never found, this cold-blooded killer was suspected of being behind the disappearances of the Three Blind Mice. While his Human adamantly denied letting Fluffy out of the house, some broken shards of dark glasses bearing distinctive pointy bite marks were discovered in her garden.
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December 27th, 2006 at 12:21 pm
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December 27th, 2006 at 12:51 pm
Dude. Is that cat five feet long, or is she laying on some fluffy blanket? I don’t even want to know what I would do if Ike killed a mouse. I’m too much of a wuss to deal with that crap.
December 27th, 2006 at 12:59 pm
He’s a boy, A BOY I TELL YOU! or an “it” if you must. He looks “long” just because of the angle of the shot (which I took with my cellphone); although, he’s my smallest kat. Since they are all indoor kats, the only thing they have killed was a cute little gecko.
December 27th, 2006 at 2:51 pm
You don’t want to hunt the mice in my house (yes, I have mice. EEEK!) because I’m poisoning them. I hates meeces to pieces.
December 29th, 2006 at 10:19 am
Mine sometimes kill bugs, and occasionally practice their smackdown techniques on one another…
January 2nd, 2007 at 1:23 pm
Trebley used to kill a vole every now and then, though I’m pretty sure she was just trying to prove that she was still a mighty hunter even if she was also big as a house.
Oh, God, she just walked into the room. Please, God, don’t let her have learned to read English, or my collection of origami animals will be sleepin’ wit da fishes. Or the clumps of poo in Trebley’s litter box.
I gotta go!