Well I got this idea from a review on dare to be dared from TamTam...and some numbers or something. Anyway, Tammy this story is dedicated to you. That might not be a good thing. We have a lot of cats that need to go through this, so let's be going.
Rainfur sat in his chair, reading the newspaper and lapping his coffee. "When did I learn to read and start to drink coffee?" he wondered aloud to himself.
The door across from him opened and a she-cat stepped into the white room.
"Dovepaw," Rainfur started putting on his glasses that he didn't remember getting. "Sit down."
Dovepaw nodded and sat in the chair beside him.
"Tell me." Rainfur said. "Why did you decide to come here?"
Dovepaw's head snapped to face him and she hissed in a low voice, "I hear voices in my head. Evil voices. They tell me things. Horrible things."
Rainfur nodded. "And this wouldn't happen to have anything to do with your powers, would it?"
"DON'T TALK ABOUT THE PRECIOUS!" Dovepaw screeched. "The preeeecious."
"Mhmm." Rainfur mumbled. "Well, how does that make you feel?"
"Terrible!" Dovepaw hissed. Her eyes turned black as she continued and her voice got deeper. "We must never speak of the precious."
"Dovepaw." Rainfur said. "You're letting this get to your head."
Dovepaw looked up at him. "Your point?"
"Stop."
"But we must never-"
"We?"
"The voices."
"I see."
"Yes, we must never stop with the voices. The spying. The betrayal. We must tell no one."
"But you just told me."
Dovepaw looked up at him horrified. "NOOOO!" she screeched. She stood up and ran out the door screaming.
"That'll be forty bucks!" Rainfur said trying to remember how he knew about money. "Come again!"
So? Huh? Huuuhhh? Trying to just get a little funny stuff going on. This'll be for humor. So review and tell me who should be therapisterized. Whoah I like that new word.