
At times she feels like the only thing protecting her from imminent danger is her cat. Paranioa that speaks of silent lurking evil overtakes her; it is all she can do to swallow her screams. Then her kitty wanders past, and she scoops him up in a fevered haste. His soft fur and muffled purring relax her a bit, and his all-seeing eyes scan the room for danger.
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