Is that….is that what I think it is?
Be cool…no sudden movements…. writing sticks can smell fear.
Oh my god…. It’s seen me
Oh yeah? You think you’re so mighty.
Who’s the one with claws? Me. I’m a cat and I’m about to cat.
Ok…let me just…. aaaalmost…..if I could juuust reach a little further without having to get up…..
Wait a second…. are you even alive? I don’t do dead prey, no struggle no fun. You don’t smell dead.
What was that?? Did you hear that?
Are there more of them outside? I heard scratching at the window.
You know what? I’m too tired for this shit. Honestly, I’m tired of your apathy. Im realizing you clearly don’t care about our safety and I know you are capable of wrangling this stick and even drawing pictures with its blood!
Wake me up when you’ve handled things.