‘These creatures are potentially dangerous,’ said the news reporter. ‘Citizens are urged to report sightings to the agency for collection and–‘ The television went blank.
She lowered the remote. ‘Well, I don’t think I’ll be doing that.’ She tapped her lips as she considered the owl-cat rolling around in her laundry basket.
There was a brief ripping sound, then the creature fluffed up its feathers and settled down.
‘Would you like some fish?’
It slitted its eyes and purred.
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A little microfiction for my lovely friend Anke’s birthday. 💙