"My fingers quiver, jerking in electrified spasms as pulsations . . ., surge from the tiny, cold, motionless tabby. Defying gravity, the pulsations shoot upwards from my fingers to my hand, my arm, shoulder, and neck, throbbing at my jaw like raggedy velvet hammers on the strings inside a piano...summoning my fangs from their swollen sheaths...I force the bitter, fishy droplets down my throat, then tear into the vein on my wrist, watching as my blood...