So this is heaven thought Demon as she rubbed the intoxicating mouse over her face. “I feel so happy,” purred Demon. She didn’t even try to scratch the man for moving her to the side with the mop. Instead she just lazily watched as the man seemed to teleport about the house first appearing down the hall with a mop and bucket then appearing with bags and finally he appeared staring down at her while eating a sandwich. Demon felt she should be worried about how the man seemed to be moving about without her noticing or being able to track but really why… it wasn’t important. Nothing was important, everything was lovely. Had the walls always smelled of flowers…? When had she moved to a meadow? Was that a mouse in the distance saying something? Yes, it was. Nanana boo boo you can’t catch me. Well Demon knew a challenge when she heard it. Smirking to herself she crouched and gave chase only to smash into a barrier. Huh, why had someone placed a wall in the way? Meowing in annoyance she found she quite liked the sound of her meowing and did it more and louder. This reminded her of a song the alley cats used to sing. How did it go? Oh yes, “Death to the prey, may we always hold sway and not be caught by a human today!”

Fred watched as his cat went crazy. Okay maybe the catnip wasn’t such a good idea. He watched in both amusement with just a hint of concern while the cat first tottered to it’s feet like a 21 year old frat boy who hadn’t stood since first sitting down at the bar that early evening. Only as the last call goes out and it’s time to leave the stool that he realize that all those beers had indeed had an effect. Causing him to wobble and stumble in the direction of the door only to trip over his own feet and fall head first into the wall nowhere near the door. For the very high cat in question it happened to be the hallway wall and just as those bystanders had done so too did Fred wince. “Ohhh! that had to have hurt,” but he had to hand it to the cat; she was very spry. She got right back up and wobbled and stumbled about in a circle. As if trying to figure out what had caused her pain. Before she once more faced the wall and began Meowing at it at the top of her little cat lungs. Fred for his part only took another bite of his turkey and cheddar cheese sandwich pondering the cat, ‘for such a small body she has quite a loud cry. Actually maybe not, after all babies had a very loud and annoying cry too so perhaps small things being loud was a matter of survival. Hmm that could be interesting topic to research’ chewing both mentally and physically Fred walked around the wailing cat pausing only to pick up the abandoned catnip mouse on his way to his writing room where he firmly closed the door put on his headphones blasted some Skrillex and began to research why small things were loud and if it did have something to do with survival.

After several hours crumbs on his desk and shirt were the only reminders of the turkey and cheese sandwich and his initial quest for knowledge long since veered off track as he first became distracted with Facebook, youtube, tumbler and finally in a last ditch effort his search for different kinds of focus sites and apps he decided it was time to call it a night. Stretching his tired body he took a double take at the clock. 12:00 am already whew where had the time gone. Standing he stepped away from the computer intent on going to bed in the guest bedroom. So intent was his focus on going to sleep that when he was yanked back and stood and his computer slid with him in preparation for a crash he couldn’t at first figure out why. Until he saw the cord pulled tight. Lifting his arm he touched the headphones. Cursing he stumbled back to the computer and slid them off his head. Shaking out his neck. Trying to accustom himself to the loss of weight only to pause his body tensing as he heard the spookiest sound in his entire life. Screeee… Screeeee…. Screeee… “What the hell is that?” muttered Fred, his eyes opening wide and sleep fleeing as the jolt of adrenaline flooded his body. Freezing in place Fred thought back. He had locked the door after the last trip hadn’t he. He was 75% positive that he had. Screee… Screee… Scree… The noises were getting faster and closer together. Swallowing, he tried to get himself to move. But the more he tried the tenser and ridged his body became his breaths escaping his body so fast it seemed as if he couldn’t catch enough air to replace it. His brain growing foggy The noise continued on seeming to reach a crescendo and then it stopped. There was silence only broken by the harsh panting that he couldn’t seem to stop. Then he heard it so quiet that he almost thought it was his imagination. But no there it was again a quiet and forlorn meow. Blinking he wiped away the sweat from his brow and began to rein in his panting as he turned to stare at the door. Was that- yes it was a paw swiping under the door. Meoowwwrrr came the soft cry. Okay, okay okay hah hah hah it was just the cat. All that fear and terror for nothing. Yeah whew. Deciding to see if the cat was looking into the room Fred bent down and making sure to stay out of range of the cats paw looked under the gap of the door. Mildly surprised to see the eye looking back it him. Spotting him the cat began Meowing in earnest. “Okay okay,” muttered Fred the cat was acting just too pitiful now. Shaking his head he got back to his feet and made to open the door. Before pausing. Where was the catnip mouse? Spinning he searched his desk. Only to see that many of the items once atop it were now on the floor. Giving the spilled items a quick scan he saw his pens, his stress sheep and his notebook and a scattering of papers but no mouse. He had to find the thing. He couldn’t deal with a high cat right now. Grumbling he bent down and riffled through the papers quickly hoping to feel the mouse under it. To no avail. Straightening he wondered just how bad could it potentially be if she got high again. A flashback to the cat videos he had watched earlier came to mind. Cats running around the house at breakneck speeds including their unsuspecting owner’s head, their slumber unceremoniously disturbed. Yeah no he wasn’t about to deal with that he had to find that mouse. Sighing he kneeled down and began searching in ernest. Ignoring the pitiful meows and determined scratching at the door as he straightened and put back into place the fallen items. After only a couple minutes when he couldn’t take the pitiful meows anymore Fred found himself talking aloud to the cat through the door.

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