In the light of the full moon, Allison Rogers saw the cat sprawled on its back, its head twisted to one side, its four paws straight up in the air. Even from her bedroom window high above the ground, Allison recognized the cat. The cat named Rip. And Allison knew without going down there that she had killed it again. Killed it for a third time.

In the light of the full moon, Alison saw the cat sprawled on its back, its head twisted to one side, its four paws straight up in the air. Even from my bedroom window high above the ground, Alison recognized the cat. The cat named Rip. And Alison knew without going down there that she had killed it again. Killed it for a third time.