Everyone knows the worst treats taste the best; sugary, fatty, selfish.
The cats prowled around the tower; the golden walls and furniture dim in the growing shadows.
A phantasmal clock chimed thirteen.
It was time!
The cats scurried in, easily overwhelming their prey.
The flesh was well aged, the heart fat with greed and ego. The hands were diminutive and unsatisfying.
Otherwise, they feasted well. Best treat in decades.