The Slug

The aftermath

"Hey, Remeron, where were you yesterday? It's not like you to skip classes," Chris asked his classmate.
"My grandpa died." Remeron was sitting silently at his desk and looking out of the window.
"Oh. Sorry to hear that." Chris was stunned to see his always cheerful friend serious for once. He didn't want to add salt to his wounds, but after a while of silence, his curiosity won.
"What happened? I thought he was healthy."
Remeron shook his head. "He took medication for depression. Doctors say he probably overdosed himself and had an accident while hallucinating. The neighbors found him on the street, he probably jumped out of the window."
"Oh my god, sorry. That's horrible."
Remeron gave him a sad smile. "It's not that bad. I heard he died smiling.

It was the afternoon of the same day when Remeron put the key in the door of his apartment. Just before he turned the key, he suddenly froze. He could hear meowing from the inside. Very loud meowing. He didn't have a cat (even though he always wanted one). He quickly unlocked the door and burst in, but soon froze again at the sight before him. All over his hall, living room and kitchen were various creatures. Most of them resembled cats – there were fluffy house cats, Siamese and Bengal cats, Sphynhx cats, weird three eyed cats and one cyclop. When he looked again, this time focusing more, he saw a greenish cat laying on top of a pink one, something that looked like the Cheshire cat, and, to his surprise, there was a tiger in the bathroom. He could hear a bunch of cats meowing from his bedroom. How he was going to explain this to his roommate, he had no idea.