Don't Trust Cats

Catnip Addiction

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My brows scrunch as my hand raises to my eyes, which feel as though they had been glued shut, as I slowly sit up. After blinking the sleep out of them, I look around, but find no cats or that strange man anywhere.

'That wasn't a dream, was it?' The whole situation may have been surreal, but it sure felt real to me. I wince as I bring my hand down when my fingers brush against my sore cheeks. That guy probably marked my face when he grabbed me. I instantly felt angered, but I am also worried that I might run into him again. I get distracted when an animal bursts into the living room carrying something in their mouth. Ginger jumps onto the couch and lies down on my lap before dropping a sock onto my leg. She looks up at me while giving a proud meow, expecting to be praised for her find, which makes me give a light laugh. With a small smile, I scratch the top of her head, and she gives out a purr.

"You hunting?" I ask, to which she responds with another meow before jumping off my lap and darting out of the room. I shake my head and laugh at her.

'Sometimes, I wonder what goes through their heads.' Soon after I think that, she slides back into the room, this time with a sweatshirt in her mouth. She dragged it by the sleeve and drops it at my feet. "Are you telling me to get dressed or something?" I bend down and pick up the light grey sweatshirt before examining it. I rarely ever wore this, but it is nice. Ginger has good taste. Meowing, she rubs against my legs before taking off yet again and returning with... a bra. I face-palm and sigh as I stand up.

"All right, all right. I can take a hint." I snatch my bra from the feline and take everything she brought with me to my my bedroom. Ginger follows at my heels as I fold the sweatshirt and place it onto my bed, along with the sock and bra, before walking up to my dresser. Some of the drawers have already been pulled open by the cat, so I close them before picking out a matching sock, underwear, and ripped blue jeans. When I face the bed again, I find Ginger sitting directly on top of the sweatshirt she brought me.