As the car rumbled through the streets, she couldn’t see where she was going. She could barely move at all. Somehow, her caretakers had betrayed her. She screamed, but her caretaker didn’t seem to even hear her.
The car stopped at a low brick building, and she was brought inside. The hospital walls were painted in cheerful pastels, but the place stank of fear and madness. Strange figures subjected her to horrifying experiments.
Then, they just went home.
“How did Princess do at her checkup?” The other caretaker asked that evening.
“Fine. You know how cats are at the vet.”

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