Lisa awoke in the half light - the time between night and dawn. All night she kept candles alight along the windowsill, across the desk and the bedside table - electricity may be scarce these days but you couldn't take your chances in the dark - zombies were no longer a myth from a horror movie; they were real.
Wide awake, Lisa slid out of bed. Wrapping her fake fur dressing gown around her slim furry shoulders she padded down the stairs. Her old bones ached due to the cold. A sliver of moonlight illuminated the kitchen and as she opened the fridge light flooded in to the room. Careful not to catch her claws on the carton, Lisa skillfully caught the handle in her paw and tipped the white liquid in to the glass she had waiting.
Suddenly she heard a crash. It could have been the foxes exploring the bins - or it could have been something else....
Something soft and light brushed against her leg
"Sammy!"
She breathed a sigh of relief, crouching down to the ginger cat's - her pet cat's - level.
Oddly, when Lisa had agreed to the experiment she had thought it would bring her closer to understanding the mindset of one of her previous pet cats, Samuel, - now, ironically she was more physically similar to the old Sammy than she ever could have imagined was possible and yet their communication was as basic as it ever had been: Of course - Sammy was still a cat, and had died a long time ago, though his many-times removed grandchild kept her company. She was an anthro - a part cat - an ELEMENT of cat
In that moment there was a piercing scream. The candles flickered - Sammy rushed to the door as fast as her fragile body allowed her.
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