You are a very lazy cat who's just looking to have a good time. [[take a nap]] [[look out the window]] [[Keel over and die]]

you dream about soft grass and a quiet sun a soothing voice whispers to you from behind the cherry tree but before you can take a look at who it is you [[wake up]]

You can see a familiar tree and flowers. Not much else though. The vast landscape of gentle hills and flowers stretching out in every direction is broken only by the tall oak next to the house. You can't tell what the dark shapes on the horizon are. The permanent pre-dawn light is easy on your eyes. [[go use your scratching post]]

It feels nice on your claws. [[go upstairs]] [[go downstairs]] [[Go hunting]]

What a nice nap, you certainly feel refreshed. The bird shaped things tweet a warm greeting from the top shelf. [[Say something rude to them]] [[Smile at them]]

You cannot go upstairs, there is a dark presence and harsh thoughts lurking at the top of the staircase. [[go back|go use your scratching post]]

There is nothing for you downstairs. Nothing for anyone. [[go back|go use your scratching post]]

The countless mice and rats hiding in the house rarely pose a challenge. You playfully knock one on the head and bat it around playfully, ignoring the screams. [[Enjoy your dinner]]

It's difficult when the flesh doesn't stop moving but you do it anyways. You wish you could reach the shelf where your owner keeps the canned food. Kept. Keeps. [[Meow]] [[Don't Meow]] [[Go find your owner]]

You Meow [[okay]]

You don't Meow [[okay]]

What do you do now? [[Yodel]] [[Sprint as fast as you can around the ground floor like a maniac cat]]

Not really aa good idea. [[okay we don't do that|wake up]]

You do so, even if it feels wrong. [[Go find your owner]]

Last you can recall they were in the dining room. Yep, same chair... same position. Hunched, and unmoving. You mewl at them but there is no reaction. Do you want to jumo on the table? [[jump on the table]] or do you want to leave? [[leave]]

Are you quite sure you want to do that? On second thought, no [[go back|Go find your owner]] Yes? [[okay, go ahead]]

Seeing your owner partaking in dinner again has possibly made you hungry. [[Go hunting]] [[Make your own food]] [[Think about how lucky you are to be a cat]]

No you don't actually want to. Unless you do. If you don't you [[leave]]. But if you do. Well, if you do. I mean, if you dooooooooooo. Well. Then it wasn't a pretty sight. Either way, you [[leave]]

You're dead

You use photosynthesis and the bright natural sunlight streaming in through the window to produce your own sugars and energy. How could you have forgotten, you're just a plant! [[Continue being a plant!!]]

You're a plant!!!!

Thinking about just how great being a cat is makes you want to do a cat thing. You have some options here. [[Meow]] [[Don't Meow]] [[go use your scratching post]] [[take a nap]] [[look out the window]] [[Hack up a hairball]]

It hurts coming up and leaves a nasty taste lingering on your tongue. You try not to look at it. You need to go [[get a drink of water]] to cleanse your palette.

You approach the water bowl. [[use your tongue]] [[use your roots|Continue being a plant!!]]

The water is cool and tastes crisp and clean. It's actually one of the best tasting things in this entire house but you have to be careful drinking it. #1 You could fall in and that would be bad #2 The tendrils could grab a hold of you #3 Drinking too much makes you woozy or hallucinate [[sit peacefully on the floor]]

YODALEEHEEHOOOOOOOOOOOOO--COUGH COUHG COUgh coUGH coughh ugh. that really hurt your throat. Inf fact you feel like you might [[Hack up a hairball]]

You do so with vigor, zooming in and out of rooms at top speed. Suddenly, [[Something happens]]

You look majestic as anything sitting there like the ruler of floor kingdom, when [[suddenly something happens]]

You hit a weak spot of the floor and crash through in a shower of splintered wood. With great horror you realise that you've fallen [[into the basement]]

A great screeching sound is heard as dark claws extend out of the ceiling at and take ahold of you as fast as a mantis snaps up its prey. With great terror you realise you're being taken [[into the second floor]]

It's pitch black down here. You're lying in a small pile of rubble. The air feels thick and heavy. You can't see anything but you can sense the presence of something. All around you. You can't move, but for some reason you feel strangely calm about this fact. You should be panicking right now. Or should you? You feel something shift and suddenly the presence is gone and the thick air is gone and everything is gone. You can't feel anything around you anymore, not even the floor. You still can't see either. Or smell or hear anything for that matter. You wait for your senses to return. They don't. [[Start again?|Start]]

You are suspended in the air somewhere in the second floor. You don't know very much about this part of the house but you do know it is as vast and endless as the world outside. You suppose the thing waiting at the top of the stairs had grown tired of waiting for you to wander up. And now it has you. You can't begin to imagine what it looks like in its entirety, and even what you can see doesn't make much sense. At least it doesn't to a simple cat. Ragged breaths are coming from right behind your ear. [[Start again?|Start]]