REUNITED

they stopped and stared at each other. caught in each other's gaze. all time stood still. pupils dancing, they stand in silence.
"it's me, charles... don't you remember me?"
the panicked hand slowly begins to roam the kitchen top looking for weapons.
"no!... who the hell are you?!... get out!"
"but of cousre you do, charles. how could you forget? i've always been yours..."
at last, the knife is found.
"you stopped being mine the second you ran off with 'that old slag' down the road!"
mr. tiddles defiantly licked his paw. charles erupts.
"get out, you swine! i don't have a cat anymore!"
"oh charles," mr. tiddles purred calmly, "you were always one for drama, weren't you?..."
submerging his left paw into his man-bag, mr. tiddles pulls out his revolver;
"so charles... " he mewed, deftly aiming the weapon at his owner's forehead, "... how do you want to do this?"