When the cat woke up, she found that Mr. Radford had called the mayor, who also declared her to be the greatest kitty ever, and then decided that today should be an official town holiday in her honor.
It became an annual tradition, during which every year the good citizens of Eerie sacrificed one of their own to ensure her continued health and well-being.
She stayed with Marshall and Simon because they were clever and because they knew how to work a can opener. And also because every once in a while, they would realize there was something wrong.
"Simon," Marshall said one day when she woke up, "didn't we used to do things besides taking care of this cat?"
"I...I don't know, Mars," Simon replied. "I feel like I remember there used to be something else...something important..."
She jumped onto Marshall's chest and began to knead his Giants sweatshirt while looking into his eyes and purring.
"Or maybe not," Marshall said. "I can't imagine anything could ever be more important than this cat."
"Yeah," said Simon, also starting to fall back under the spell of her purr and her very cute wide, blue eyes. "I guess you're right."
But she could tell by their scent and the look in their eyes that deep down, part of them knew. Part of them would always be fighting her influence. And would never quite be strong enough.
She curled up on Marshall's chest and went to sleep, content in the warmth and the smell of human misery.
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Re: More Eerie as written by my cat
Date: 2017-03-07 12:30 pm (UTC)It became an annual tradition, during which every year the good citizens of Eerie sacrificed one of their own to ensure her continued health and well-being.
She stayed with Marshall and Simon because they were clever and because they knew how to work a can opener. And also because every once in a while, they would realize there was something wrong.
"Simon," Marshall said one day when she woke up, "didn't we used to do things besides taking care of this cat?"
"I...I don't know, Mars," Simon replied. "I feel like I remember there used to be something else...something important..."
She jumped onto Marshall's chest and began to knead his Giants sweatshirt while looking into his eyes and purring.
"Or maybe not," Marshall said. "I can't imagine anything could ever be more important than this cat."
"Yeah," said Simon, also starting to fall back under the spell of her purr and her very cute wide, blue eyes. "I guess you're right."
But she could tell by their scent and the look in their eyes that deep down, part of them knew. Part of them would always be fighting her influence. And would never quite be strong enough.
She curled up on Marshall's chest and went to sleep, content in the warmth and the smell of human misery.