I pass Vera in the kitchen, and she is butchering this small cat, apparently cooking it to eat it. It seems quite torturous; the cat is still alive and wailing, while she has cut off half its tail and is trying to put some spices or something in the hole of its tail. I can't watch, I just leave.

Some time I pass by again and there are just two steaks marinating in a bowl, but I'm not sure I'll be able to eat after what I saw.