Nine Lives to Rule
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The first time my cat, Sir Pounce, spoke, I dropped my coffee.
"Clean that up," she said, her green eyes glowing faintly. "Wouldn't want you slipping before I get my revenge."
It took me a moment to place the voice - sharp, sarcastic, unmistakable. "Mara?!" I gasped. "My ex?!"
"In the flesh. Well... in the fur," she purred. "You dumped me, remember? Said I was 'too intense.' Now I've got nine lives to ruin yours."
She stalked toward me, tail twitching, a wicked grin curling her whiskers. "First, I'll destroy your social life. Then your career. And after that? Oh, darling, I've got plans for the whole world. A new age... ruled by cats."
I laughed nervously. "You can't take over the world."
Sir Pounce leaned close, her breath smelling faintly of tuna and menace. "Watch me."
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