Catopia of Animaliddle-Earth

ONC Prompt 5

My cat likes leaving the house every morning at the same time. When this little habit of his causes me to burn my breakfast, I use his tracking collar to follow him on a whim, while searching for a decent cafe.

My mind and body start to warp, as I find him and some other neighborhood cats at the back of an alley, in a small patch of grass, meowing in symphony.

When I wake up from what I thought was a massive hangover, I find I am actually in what turns out to be my cats secret home world. Filled with magic instead of milk bowls. Lances instead of litterboxes. Monsters rather than meow-mix.

What I thought would be another day at work, turns out to be a fight against evil that our cat friends have secretly been waging for centuries.

(This is a bit of a tribute story to my cat who went out one day and never came home)