Diary of the Cat
It was a french term.
Short; only two words.
As his fingers traced the old, worn pages of the diary, his eyes almost missed the small black words.
They were scribbled in chicken scratch handwriting, almost carelessly etched onto the bottom of the crinkled page.
Bete Noire - one who is detested. "The Black Beast"
His red eyes lingered for only a moment, then he slowly turned the page.
He'd never liked French.
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