The Not So Merry Christmas

It was evident that the cat was dead.
Its body tensed and frozen with death. Its eyes paralyzed in shock from how it witnessed its last moment. The painful eye saw of the knotted tail could make any mans stomach churn. The elegant face on the whiskers, fish treats box now a bloody mangled mess in the snow. Barley a natural death.

Marley was one of low temperature, his words could bite harder than winters biting chill and he of anyone could have been undoubtedly responsible of the the death of the beloved cat. But for once Marley was not part of the picture. But wasn't entirely victim ether.

It happened on a Christmas of all times...