They weren’t tomatoes, of course. Their skin was purplish black and covered with fine hairs. In lieu of a stem, each had a shimmering beak like a hypodermic needle.
The first one stuck its beak into Snickers the cat. Snickers’ eyes turned black and her body fell to the floor as though all her bones had melted. Something dark oozed through the skin of the dead cat and I felt a tickle between my shoulder blades.