a posed, taxidermy cat wearing a child’s waistcoat and little leather boots. It was Toffee. Someone had sewn antlers on his head, too big for the little skull. His forepaws had been replaced with the tiny hands of a human child. He was posed above the box as if pouncing on it or trying to keep the lid closed. Carrie moved the box away from those creepy little cat-fingers, and taxidermy-Toffee mraowled angrily and toppled over.
