Kill the Cat

“I hate that fucking cat,” Joe said as the stray cat rubbed up against his leg and purred.
“Then why do you let it keep coming around,” Amy asked, pushing her brown hair out of her blue eyes.
Joe shook his head.  “You know I really have no idea.  Maybe I should kill it.”
Amy shot a devious smile at him.  Joe returned a mix of suspicion and surprise in his smile.  “You like that idea,” he asked.
Amy nodded.  “That would be really hot.”
Joe’s eyes lit up.  “Let me go get a knife,” he said as he quickly headed toward the house.
“No, wait.”
He stopped short of the door and turned around with a disappointed look on his face.  “Why?  Did you change your mind?”
“No, but a knife just doesn’t seem very creative.”
Joe pondered for a minute.  “I could….get the blender.”  He looked at her for a response.
“That’s better, but think bigger.”
“Bigger eh?”
“Yeah, bigger.”
Joe went back to thinking as the cat came back to his leg and rubbed it mangy hair against him.
“Want me to set him on fire?”
“Bigger.”
Joe began to get a little frustrated.  “OK, you obviously have some idea how you want me to whack this cat.  How about you just tell me and we can get on with it.”
“Do you ever feed him?”
“Yeah, sometimes.”
“What do you feed him?”
“Cold cuts.”
“Grab some and we’ll lure him into my car.”
Joe looked at her with confusion.  “And then…..”
“And then we take him to my Grandmas.”
“Your Grandmas?  Isn’t she out of town?”
“Yes, but the alligator she feeds in the pond out back is still there.”
An evil smile spread across Joe’s face.  “You are a bad, bad girl.”
“You have no idea.”