Goodbye

"YES, REALLY!" He yanked out the biggest, sharpest knife in the drawer.
He started chopping and slicing at the cat's flesh.
"YOU... FUCKING... IDIOT!" He screamed, his eyes bloodshot.
He stabbed and stabbed, chopping the cat to pieces.
He laughed and screamed as the pleasuring sounds of Stimpy's screams of pure pain filled his ears.
He sliced each of his fingers off, and cut his belly open, exposing his organs.
He stabbed at his heart, his lungs, anything he could see and chop.
Even when he was sure the cat was dead, he kept going.
"You annoying little bitch!" he howled.
He cut his arms right off, cutting the veins.
Blood shot in all directions, including Ren's.
That didn't stop him. He kept going, cracking each of his bones and laughing all the way.
He continued chopping the cat up until he was unidentifiable and just a pile of flesh and blood.
He licked the blood off the knife, and stared down at the mess he'd made, panting.
"Goodbye, Stimpy..."
As he stared at his work, he could swear he could hear Stimpy wail, "Why, Ren? Why?"