I'm plowing through the swag books I got, and just finished Dying Light. It's one of those hard-boiled procedurals, in the Rebus mode but different enough to be interesting.
Anyway, I returned to my desk yesterday morning to find that our Head had left two mysteries, with a note to "call and [he'd] explain." So I called. He explained. They were ones he thought I might like to read, and one was a good first book (the second in the series wasn't so good, so don't bother). There was gratuitous violence, which he admitted he liked as much as the next person, as long as it wasn't real. Of course, when your Head hands you a book to read, that's what you read next, right? And Dying Light had gratuitous violence, so that's ok.
Except... this new book also includes cat torture. Oops. I read the first "bad" scene and immediately burst into tears. I scrambled for the end of the bed, where I wrapped my arms around my Big Boy, and held him, sobbing "Mommy would never let anything like that happen to you... Mommy will always take care of you..." (you get the picture). He let me cry into his fur for a while, purring a little, then pushed me away and started to groom. My Little Guy, the moment he saw what was going on, hid. Didn't even come out for bedtime treats.
The moral? Gratuitous sex: fine. I can handle it. Ditto gratuitous violence. But hurt a cat and I go to pieces.
Tag: reading, cats