Dead Kitties

A few years ago I was in Cornwall, visiting Jamaica Inn, of Daphne du Maurier fame.  I was recalling last night with some friends how there was some kind of cat museum that was a part of the inn at the time.  Being a lover of cats,  I innocently thought it sounded like fun.  It wasn't it.  This is what it consisted of:

Yes, it was a gallery of dead kittens.  Having tea parties. Playing croquet. In the schoolroom.  Getting married.  It was creepy.  There's no way all those little kittens died of natural causes.