The cat’s dead

The cat's dead now, but it wasn't me.I just disposed of it appropriately
It had a bad eye and a pained look on its face. I wouldn't call it murder as he's in a better place.
I attempted taxidermy but the stitches didn't take, so i flattened him down and made a cat plate.
Whilst he lived he always whined wanting after my dinner,now in his death when food's dished out he's always a winner

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