Cats

At 3 a.m., the cats held their nightly meeting. Socks proposed world domination again. Whiskers seconded. Mittens licked herself. By dawn, they’d knocked over a vase, shredded the blinds, and stared blankly into walls. Their human awoke, stepped on litter, and muttered, “Evil.” The cats purred. The plan was working.

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