I first noticed Fluffy was acting quierly a couple of days ago. She was meowing and meowing late at night, scratching the door as she did so. I had kept her in at night ever night since I had got her, and she had never done anything like that.

The next morning, I talked to Ethan, my neighbor, over the fence. He said “Yeah, Banjo was acting up last night too. In fact, he got out, and I had closed all the openings. This morning, he was sitting in his basket, licking his paws like nothing had happened.”

I considered his story,then finally accepted it as the truth. After all, who would have fabricated a story like that?

The next night, I decided to let out Fluffy and follow her. I followed her through the forest. There I saw where all the cats were going. I screamed.