He can’t be a real. All that sweet, cute, happy-with-life stuff all the time.
Impossible!
He’s not a real cat. He’s an evil clone of Thursday!
I’ve tried telling Daddy, but he wouldn’t believe me.
Until now.
Now I have proof. A photogr—
Photoraf—
I have a picure.
Observe. Thursday enters the box.
Thursday leaves the box.
And then...
Wait for it...
You’ll never believe it...
But I saw it with my own eyes...
I told you! Pipkin’s nothing more than an evil clone!
Probably out to destroy the world.
Happy Valentine’s Day to me.
Happy Valentine’s Day to Gilly!
Happy Valentine’s Day to me.”
What’s the bestest present I could get for Valentine’s Day?
Pipkin did this to Thursday, not me!
Disgusting!
Thank you, Pip. Sometimes you’re not that bad—when you don’t come anywhere near me.
I went to play with my favorite toys and...
I tried to curl up with Mommy on the couch and...
I ran upstairs to find Dad – he always has a place for me!
But...
So I gave up.
I decided to take a nap.
On my favoritest spot at the end of the couch.
Where nobody ever bothers me...
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
How do they always know?
So I’ve done what I do best.
I hid.
And hid some more.
And ran away from the Siamesers - very very fast.
But life hasn’t been all awful.
One good thing happened.
The monster in the basement went home!
So the basement is safe (but still super scary, even without a monster!).
And now it’s just me and the Siamesers again.
And something's going on. Something not right. Something really, really, really ungood:
They’re being nice to me.But I know what they’re up to.
I know about their plan.
They’re watching me.
Waiting for me to let my guard down.
Many, many, many, many years ago (I can’t count, so I don’t know how many), I lived in a very scary place with very scary people and I sneezed and coughed and had stinky poo all the time.
But then one day, Daddy and Mommy found me bounding across a field. I bounded a lot, because bounding is the best way to avoid scary things. And they rescued me and made me not sneeze or cough or have stinky poos anymore. And they took me to a place called an apartment.
It was smaller than my field, but there was nothing to be scared of. I was so happy.
I chased balls.
I played tug of war. (I always won!)
I wrestled with the vicious puff-monster.
I even moved into my own Gilly-sized apartment.
It was the perfectest time.
But then one day, Mommy and Daddy had one of those very, very bad ideas Mommies and Daddies sometimes have. They thought I’d be happy with another kitty.
And it's been all downhill since then...
The door creaked. The monsterous footsteps thump, thump, thumped down the hall.
It let out a long, slow monster growl. Then it rounded the corner with the evilest glint in its monstery green eyes.
And I hid.
The monster crept across the living room.
Stalking its prey.
I tried to warn her. I cried, “Mew.”
But I was too scared. All that came out was, "M-"
And it was too late.
Thursday was cornered.
She ran.
The monster lunged.
She leapt for the couch.
I closed my eyes!
There was hissing and snarling and bullying and monstering.
I had to peek.
And then...
And then the worst thing ever in a million killion kitty years happened.
Even worster than that.
The worstest.
The monster...
Thursday...
They...
They...
I can’t even say it.
They made friends!
Another cat!
I'm going to keep hiding. Maybe forever.
Help...
I had to save Mom and Dad, so I opened the door and crept down the basement stairs.
I rounded the creepy curve.
Down the rickety steps...
Into the deep, dark domain of the monster.
And then, in the distance, I saw it. Waiting for its next victim.
I screamed.
It lunged.
I tried to run, but it moved so fast.
Like a blur.
I used the litter.
Then I got my first good look at the monster.
It was the terriblest, most horriblest beast in the world.
(I want to hide just thinking about it.)
I shouldn’t show you.
You don’t want to see.
It’s too awful. So awfully awful!
Even worse than I imagined.
But I have to.
You have to know. You have to be ready.
It looked like:
I ran for my life!
Up the stairs and around the corner.
I could hear it breathing, howling, snarling right behind me.
I barely got away.
I slammed the door shut just in time.
I’m safe.
For now. But the monster is still down there. And someone is going to have to stop it.
Please help!
It’s getting stronger.
