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Bad Ibby!

You slip through the cat door and enter the kitchen. Tables and chairs loom monolithically above you. You open one eye at a time because you eyes are now on the sides of your head. You can see the entire room in a glance but can't focus on any one thing, your mind can't make sense of it.

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You sense something dangerous in the air. Your whiskers tingle, your ear tips feel hot.

You turn your head side to side, watching your own back, looking at your own tail.

Hey, you have a little tail.

With a whoosh and a crash a black and white ball of fur bursts through the door behind you. You try to leap but the impact sends you flailing wildly and you come crashing down on your skull.

Ibby is your black and white tuxedo cat, you used to say he should be "head of the Itty Bitty Kitty Commitee" and shortened it down to "Ibby". He rears up menacingly before you, fangs bared, ears flat, tail high and floofy.

"Good Ibby, nice Ibby, mi-shu mi-shu little cat. Nice kitty."

Ibby responds with a low rolling meow, the kind you've heard a hundred times before prefacing the sounds of struggle on hot summer nights.

"No! No! Bad Ibby. Bad bad cat."

He pays no attention to the thin reedy voice of a rabbit. You try to escape but on the dark cluttered floorspace the advantage is his. Your claws are tiny, his are retractable. You have incisors, he has fangs.

With swift and brutal violence he's on top of you bitng, clawing and raking. You spasm in pain and confusion.

A sudden barking drives Ibby away. He leaps off of you, four feet into the air and is gone in a blink. All of a sudden you're wrestling nothing but empty darkenss.

The wolf you met has his head through the cat flap. He's still barking away loudly, though his bark sounds somewhat human.

You get up and walk achingly toward him. You see behind you that your fur paints little brushstrokes of blood on the kitchen tile. The taste of salt and old metal flows slowly into your mouth.

"Who are you, wolf? What did you do to me?" The weakness is heavy and you collapse by the kitchen door right in front of him.

"I don't want it to end like this", you say. "Anything but this. What did you do? Why did you come here, you dumb, contagious bastard?"

Written by Damian K. (edited by wanderer)

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