Whiskers at Midnight

Mabon prowled across the blood-soaked ballroom floor, glass crackling under each red-stained paw. She licked at her owner's cold face, frozen in a mask of terror. Too hungry to turn back and curious enough to march on, she tailed the other cats as they casually stretched and roamed over the sea of bodies littering the ship.

'A cat cruise - holiday with your kitty in oceanic floating luxury' the advert said. They came in their hundreds, pampered pussies in tow. A trap no cat lover could resist.

The purrfect crime committed by the most intelligent hunters on Earth.

Fluffy. Sweet. Death.