When the tentacled horror burst through the roof of the old Watson place, fear and madness gripped the local populace. That is a natural reaction to any encounter with the Old Ones.
Watson had pulled something sinister from the lightless depths of an oceanic hell long forgotten by mortal minds. He’d upended their belief in an orderly, just universe and had dropped Humanity precipitously on the food chain. Panic in the face of such terror is understandable.
Fortunately, the response was not shared by the many feral cats of the neighborhood, whose simpler minds only saw a free seafood buffet.

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