Karl_ wrote:It's a test! A true cat would never accept a leash. Put the collar on but throw the leash out the window.
As you throw the leash from the window the first mate drops to his knees, bringing his hands together in the sign of the collar.
"The chosen one!" He declares as you fasten the collar into place.
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Epilogue: Three Years LaterLondon burns. The last great bastion of the human world has fallen under your divine dominion. You are Bastet, the Egyptian cat goddess, returned to the Earth to bring about the end times. After that fateful day in the treehouse you were quick to discover that the catpeople had infiltrated all upper echelons of global society, awaiting the prophesied appearance of the chosen one. Under your command the human population has been brought to your heel, or died resisting your rule. Now it is finally over.
Your faithful lieutenant, the first mate, stands at your side. He speaks as the houses of parliament collapse into the Thames.
"It is finally over, great leader. The humans are defeated, their punishment finally complete for the millenia of slavery our kind were forced to suffer."
You think back to that day on the lifeboat when you were forced to kill and eat your pet cat to survive. Something changed in you that day. That was how all of this began. Now you feel more cat than human, and at that thought you smile knowingly.
Did you eat the pussy, or did the pussy eat you?