The cat, he's a bit of drama queen, and there's no way to convince him that it'll be okay, that the advancing brigade of cardboard boxes do not signal the end times. He twitches and flips over again, washes the same spot on his chest, and won't move from that spot on the furthest corner of the bed, where he faces the wall.
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