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throughout the day, I witness Oscar darting wildly around the house. At first, I thought he was crazy but now I know better. His cocaine-fueled dashes around the house are actually failed attempts at taking my life. It’s only by chance I turn my head spotting him before the act was completed.</p><p id="e217">Then there are the warnings. The never-ending wave of warnings he leaves upon my doorstep. Dead mice, birds, and other small mammals are all left as a ‘token’ of his appreciation towards me. I see through the ruse for what it truly is, a death threat. By leaving a corpse at my door he’s actually telling me that I’m next.</p><p id="d1b8">I send this as a warning to all because I fear my death is waiting around the corner. As I type this final goodbye Oscar is practicing in the litter box how he will bury my body.</p><p id="7d21"><b>Don’t trust the cat.</b></p><figure id="ddf8"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*4WrxUZmYMt04nlvmTw19QQ.png"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><h2 id="4fa9">My pick from the 💯 Story Challenge</h2><p id="748f"><a href="undefined">Jann Christoph von der Pütten</a> took the opportune chance to write about, “Window of Opportunity.” An interesting story of a woman who lives at the edge of the woods simultaneously blessed and cursed by foretellings of the future.</p><div id="28fb" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/window-of-opportunity-9d8d2217f13f"> <div> <div> <h2>Window of Opportunity</h2> <div><h3>At the edge of the wood

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s dwells a woman simultaneously blessed and cursed by foretellings of the future.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*xk-icF9IABdgOdb67_BzIg.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><figure id="5913"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*4WrxUZmYMt04nlvmTw19QQ.png"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><p id="ec27"><i>Inspired by <a href="https://blog.zanedickens.com/">Zane Dickens</a>’💯 Story Challenge. I’ve made it over halfway now! Hopefully, I can make it to the end of this challenge. I will self-publish my work instead of submitting it to a publication.</i></p><div id="020c" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/whats-the-story-challenge-ccc0f4a2ee38"> <div> <div> <h2>What's the 💯 Story Challenge?</h2> <div><h3>It's a simple focused daily exercise in writing to get the gears turning. (Updated 25th Feb with FAQs)</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*thkSDXKDJhp3q_Du)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><figure id="45af"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*KfHQjxCWfVKCWpymRuzcug.png"><figcaption></figcaption></figure></article></body>

Day 60 of 💯: My Cat is Satan Himself

💯 STORY CHALLENGE

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I desperately wanted an animal companion but instead, I’ve been cursed with Satan himself.

Every day at dawn my cat Oscar breaks into my bedroom. He climbs up on my bed and meows until I awaken. Then our battle commences. He turns cheek in an attempt to trick me into looking at his unholy ring, but I know what it truly is. It’s his all-seeing-eye and I must do everything in my power to never look at it.

If I attempt to leave the house for any reason I can guarantee he’s sprawled out on my shoes. Friends have told me it’s because he knows I’m leaving and my scent is on those shoes which bring him comfort. No, it’s a metaphor for “Your soul is mine.”

I try to get some work done on the laptop but Oscar always rises to thwart my production. Being so far from the scorching depths of Hell I believe he gets cold. Resting on my overheated laptop is his best chance to reminisce about his sulfur gas home.

Sporadically throughout the day, I witness Oscar darting wildly around the house. At first, I thought he was crazy but now I know better. His cocaine-fueled dashes around the house are actually failed attempts at taking my life. It’s only by chance I turn my head spotting him before the act was completed.

Then there are the warnings. The never-ending wave of warnings he leaves upon my doorstep. Dead mice, birds, and other small mammals are all left as a ‘token’ of his appreciation towards me. I see through the ruse for what it truly is, a death threat. By leaving a corpse at my door he’s actually telling me that I’m next.

I send this as a warning to all because I fear my death is waiting around the corner. As I type this final goodbye Oscar is practicing in the litter box how he will bury my body.

Don’t trust the cat.

My pick from the 💯 Story Challenge

Jann Christoph von der Pütten took the opportune chance to write about, “Window of Opportunity.” An interesting story of a woman who lives at the edge of the woods simultaneously blessed and cursed by foretellings of the future.

Inspired by Zane Dickens’💯 Story Challenge. I’ve made it over halfway now! Hopefully, I can make it to the end of this challenge. I will self-publish my work instead of submitting it to a publication.

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