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Mr. Whiskers

# Mr. Whiskers

I got a cat named Mr. Whiskers. He is a very old cat, who i got from the streets. You'd think he's like other cats who meows alot and are hyper. But in fact, he's very odd.

"What is it Mr. Whiskers? You're always staring at that door."

I said to the old gray furred cat that was staring at the same old closet door. Ever since i had Mr. Whiskers, he stares at the closet door that i rarely use. I had this door closed for years? Maybe? It's just a small room filled with old stuff i never use.

Even as i call out to Mr. Whiskers, as usual, he ignores me and continues to stare at the door. His ears would twitch and he would tilt his small head to the side, as if he was hearing something i couldnt.

" Whatever Mr. Whiskers, i'll be in my room"

I said, as if the cat i was talking to could respond. I stood from the sofa and head to the small hallway down to my bedroom. Humming a random melody, i walked down the hallway to my bedroom door. As my fingers wrapped around the doorknob, a loud series of meows echoed throughout the hallway back to the living room.

'Seriously? Now he wants food?' i thought to myself and let out a exaggerated sigh and stomped my way back to the living room annoyed. As i stomped my way back, thinking what to say to my old probably-deaf cat. I came to see no cat in the living room.

The loud cries of Mr. Whiskers came from everywhere. In front, behind, my right and my left. I heard it everywhere. 'What the fuck? Where is that darn cat?!'

I checked all around the living room, the kitchen, the spare rooms, my bedroom. " Where the fuck are you?!" i yelled. Where could he possibly hide from this small house?! I checked everywhere! Then suddenly all the meowing stopped. Dead silent.

I stalked up to where i last saw Mr. Whiskers
I got on all fours to look for any holes or any place he could have went into. My gaze suddenly went to the bottom part of the closet door. I noticed a hole, big enough for Mr. Whiskers to get into. I quickly stood up and ran to the actual closet that i use. And looked for a small box i hid. As i rummaged through the closet, finally getting the key to the door.

I ran back at an abnormal speed, breathing loudly through my mouth. I fiddled with the key trying to get it in the lock, as i heard the loud click making me stop. I take a deep breathe in and slowly opened the door to see my cat looking up at me. Wagging it's tail around, it's paws covered in a blood red color.

" For fuck's sakes! There you are! Stupid cat!"

I yelled at Mr. Whiskers before picking him up and cradling him in my arms. I look back into the closet remembering why i never opened it again. I scoffed and looked at my cat with a scowl on my face.

" I told you before, you're not allowed to play with dead things!"

Sighing, i pet my cat. Gently caressing it's thick fur, that has some spots of blood.

" You know daddy can't play with you anymore!"