“Show me what?” I asked while     
taking care of that, and I could hear  
something small jumping onto something 
like a table, and then to the floor.   
     I got back in the chair, and a    
half minute later, the door, that      
needed two people to open, opened. That
was supposed to be impossible, I       
thought, as I waited for someone, or   
something to walk out.                 
     It was a good thing I was sitting 
down, because after two full seconds, a
black Cat jumped onto the desk, and    
looked right at me.                    
     “Hello Wilburrr,” it said in a    
really cheap imitation of Mr. Ed.      
     Even though I was in a chair,     
sitting down, I still fell to the      
floor, but I never took my eyes off    
that mouth and jaw.                    
*      “What the fuck!?” I said from the   
floor.                                 
     You could actual see them move    
like no cat I’d ever seen do, and      
believe me, I’ve seen a lot of cats. I 
have around a dozen on my farm right   
now.                                   
     I’m not a veterinarian, but one   
thing I did know was that cats did not 
move their mouth and jaws like that. It
was creepy and even a little scary, and
what the hell was going on here?       
     If I was starting down the road to
Crazyville, then this was just an      
illusion that I was creating to help me
along the way, and that meant the Cat  
was really me, talking to me.          
     Maybe, all I had to do was trip   
myself up.                             
     So, I got back in the chair and   
asked the Cat, or myself, “What        
happened to you?”                      



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