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MicroFic: Julie’s Cat

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Rapid footsteps grew louder as they came up the stairwell. A door was thrown open. “There’s someone at the door!”

“What do you mean, ‘there’s someone at the door’?”

“Downstairs. At the door. They look serious, and … And they’ve got a cat.”

“A… what?”

“A cat!”

“The fuck do I care if they have a cat?”

“I don’t fucking know, man. They’re holding it like it’s a weapon.”

“A cat weapon? The fuck is wrong with you? Tell them to fuck off.”

Moments passed.

“Well?”

“I don’t want to go back down there. What if it is a weapon?”

“A cat weapon? How is a cat a weapon? How are they holding it?”

“Like… The cat’s, like, on their forearm, like a rifle, I guess? It looked mean.”

“A mean cat.”

“Yeah. Fucking scary looking cat, man.”

“What kind of cat is it?”

“What kind… What am I, a fucking catologist? I don’t know from cats, man! I just know from threatening motherfuckers at the goddamn door!”

Louder, this time, towards the window. “What kind of cat is it?”

“An angry one!” came a voice from outside.

A pause. “Julie!?”

“Of course, ‘Julie’, asshole!”

“Everyone out the back, now!”

From downstairs, a mighty crash.

Yelling from upstairs. “Fucking go, go go go!! We’re so fucked!”

--NFG
[ May 20 2025 ]
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