The cat has gone missing. I looked everywhere. Damn me to Hell I can hear or smell any prey but I cannot find a cat. My cat. The cat of the damned. My frustration increases by the hour. I haven’t given her a name. She has not told me what she wishes to be called. I don’t know how to call her.
Last night. A woman as beautiful and seductive as Helen of Troy held me in her embrace and let me into her trust. I drank her blood then sat as she slept and thought about my cat.
The woman woke and asked me why I looked so sad. I told her I’d lost my cat. She told me to put up a sign.
I didn’t understand. She smiled and called me a dumb blonde. I am so confused. I don’t understand…
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