The Cat

Gertrude was a cat. It was a nice life; she had whiskers that let her feel and navigate the dark areas the larger, more vision-oriented creatures couldn’t.

Like right now, two of said creatures were fornicating in the corner of this dark chamber, unaware of the cat that had snuck through the drain pipe and was now listening, and judging.

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