Forget it. The cat had been busy all day—his appetite was probably huge. Better to prepare more.
Albert withdrew his gaze and turned to deal with the freshly delivered bullfrog.
He disliked the smell of raw meat and greasy residue, so he deliberately spun a pair of thin, rubber-like spider-silk gloves over his hands.
Holding the crab-claw knife—nearly as long as his forearm—Albert hovered it over the bullfrog lying belly-up, gesturing back and forth a few times before decisively slicing off the creature's enormous head. He tossed it aside as a bonus meal for the little spiders.
The spiders, who had just finished gathering firewood, erupted into cheers at the sight. They swarmed forward as a group, enthusiastically gnawing at the fresh frog head.
