I woke up and saw my neighbor’s cats, all five of them.
I knew them all by name: Midnight, Misty, Bianca, Cali, and Mr. Orange, who was just a kitten.
I knew how each one of them died.
“It’s time,” the cats said.
I rose from my grave.
“Let’s do it,” I said.
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