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They Have Returned

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  The air was damp and heavy. I knew it would rain soon, and I realized I had best take out the trash before the weather grew truly foul.
I was really in no mood to venture out, mind you, but I convinced myself it was all in all the best decision. As I reached the doorway, one foot already out on the stairwell, I turned my head to cast a last look at Nigel, my little terrier who I had grown quite fond of over the years. He had proved to be a brave and loyal companion in the time of the feline Resistance, and since then we had both formed a deep bond of mutual respect and friendship. I waved to him on my way out, though he did not see me; he was preoccupied by something at the window-a squirrel most likely, the poor dear was never really excessive in intelligence.
 
  Upon exiting the building, I was quite glad to discover that the rain had not yet begun to fall; I fancied Providence was favoring me that day. How frightfully wrong I was.
After disposing my load accordingly, I was about to return to my lodging when I spied a queer orange blur out of the corner of my eye. To my great agitation, I soon realized it was a cat. I shuddered, despite myself. Oh, how I loathed the things! 
Now, you may think of me as impractical, ridiculous, even, but I am quite sure your opinion would change rather quickly if you knew first-hand what frightful little beasts they had become during the Revolution; experienced their wrath, felt their cruel claws digging into your skin, heard their unearthly yowls and hisses. Indeed, my friend, I had been subject to all! I implore you, then, to feel at least a little bit of sympathy and understanding when I tell you I felt much distaste and unease looking upon this creature.

   Drawing a shaky breath in an attempt to calm myself, I cracked a nervous smile and remarked, in a voice loud enough though considerably faltered, "fancy seeing you again, hm?" The cat made no response, merely scrutinized me with its emerald eyes, as if to say "you are not amusing, try again, fool."
Now it just so happens that at this moment the clouds parted in such a way that sunlight was reflected off of a metal tag around the cat's neck, a tag that had been obscured by thick hair so that it was impossible to see otherwise. On it were printed three letters, all capitalized: "F.U.R." Upon reading this, my entrails turned cold, and I looked at the cat no longer with mere unease, but total horror.
It was then I realized, on April 12, 2012, that I and the others had failed our mission. We could not prevent the uprising.
They had returned.

 
This one was rushed, took me about an hour.
A silly little narrative including a protagonist who has a phobia of cats after fighting in a war against them.
I really do have a dog named Nigel, and he is a wire-haired fox terrier.
To be absolutely clear, I actually like cats, just not as much as I could.
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supper-is-ready's avatar
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm what stops you from embracing 100% cat love? :P