Authors Note: Sorry this one's so short. Reason 1: I wanted to save the next scene for the next chapter because it's kewl, so this one ended up pretty short. Reason 2: I'm bad at writing.

Part Two

After living in the big cats house, I was very grateful when I realized that this 'kitty cat condo' was for me. Sure the name was weird, but that didn't stop me from welcomely using it. Once I climbed up, I couldn't believe how luxurious it was, with a litterbox to make dirt, a fridge full of fish, a private bedroom, and even a balcony.

Every day from that point, I'd invite Duncan up. We would chat, sleep, play, sleep, eat, and sleep.

I started to realize, however, that Duncan could only visit me at certain times, times where Stampy doesn't blabber to himself and take a dog with him to build, because he had started to get worried, not being able to find Duncan. Although he still took me whenever he would take Duncan with him to build or play games, I started to feel unsafe being alone, even more so when I was along, and could see the strange red-cloaked man sneaking about in the middle of the night. He would come from the darkness, and return to the darkness after a few minutes of writing stuff down and looking around at different places of Stampy's house.

Something told me this guy wasn't a carpenter.

One night, I was spying on the man from my balcony as he did the same thing, sneak around and write stuff on a small notepad. From what I could see, it was just a bunch of housefolk jibberish and strange maps of the house. Every time he came he hadn't noticed me, so I guess you could say I got a little cocky. I crawled across the balcony fences, quiet as ever, until I was right above the mans head, less than a foot away.

I guess I must have stepped on a sliver or something, because I felt a pain in my foot and let out a yowl. The red-cloaked man obviously heard me, because he swiped his head upward, his soulless eyes burning into my fur. I jumped back onto the balcony before he could grab me, and raced up to my bedroom. Then I heard someone coming up the ladder and I realized I was trapped.

I hid under the bed, praying that he would leave me alone. Of course, that didn't happen. As the door slowly opened up and the man stepped in, I began shivering. Not of cold, but of fear.