CΩT (Part 6)

It’s been a few days, right? Riiiiight? Well, here comes Cat again!


 

 

I am Cat. Recently, I was abducted while I was asleep by a human girl.

I beat up an intruder.

I moved one of their machines to find a mouse. They seemed shocked by this, though I don’t know why.

But let me tell you more of my life.
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CΩT (Part 5)

Carly gets home late that night and parks her truck, letting out a sigh as she shifts the stick to P. She reaches the second floor and stops at the top of the stairs, staring down the walkway to her door which is, once again, ajar when it should be closed. She turns and walks back, getting into the truck, locking the doors and dialing 911 on her cellphone.
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CΩT (Part 4)

Black leathered fingers curl around the edge of the now open door, inching the door further until there is a space wide enough to fit the unmasked man. He sidles into the apartment, footsteps light but still causing the floor to creak. Chuck sits in the middle of the room, staring at him. The man wears a camouflage green jacket, square pockets lining the front, and has lank brown hair that falls in thin strands over his stubble covered face. He peers around in the darkness, eyes moving back and forth twice before lighting upon the observing cat. He looks back at it for a moment and then puts his forefingers to his lips, chuckling without sound as he lowers his hand an moves closer to the middle of the room. Chuck remains seated, watching all the while. The man moves to the shelves and then turns to the television. He grimaces and shakes his head. All of a sudden, Carly lets out a snort from the bedroom and the man jumps. He stares at the list of shadow that leads to the sleeping girl. Licking his lips, he inches his way to the door.
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CΩT (Part 3)

The dim lights of the truck pass over the walls of the apartment building, passing over alternating reflections in windows with blinds drawn and brick wall. The clock in the car’s radio reads 10:40 p.m. as Carly pulls into one of the few empty parking spaces left.

“You stay here while I get your stuff upstairs, okay?” she says as she gets out, the cat still seated, tail wrapped tight around it. She goes up the concrete steps to the second floor, wincing and pausing her ascent each time one of the steps results in an booming echo. She walks past three of the maroon metal doors before crouching and placing her purchases to the left of the fourth door at the far corner of the building. She inserts the key and jiggles it back and forth before the deadbolt yields and the door can be opened.
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CΩT (Part 2)

“That’s impossible, I ran it over!… or at least, I thought I did.”

“Seems fine to me. And there was no kind of collar or anything? It certainly doesn’t act feral. Let me check to see if he’s chipped.” He runs a grass-green plastic device, shaped like a hot glue gun but with an oval display through the bend between the handle and the sensor, between the cat’s shoulder blades. The cat’s back twitches but no sound comes from the instrument. ”No beep means no chip. We have an incredibly lucky stray on our hands. And what did you say your name was, again?”
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