Somewhere in Minnesota, is a small population of feral cats. Some are Siamese, tabby, Persian, even European shorthair.
But within this seemingly normal area, lived a cat that was not normal in the slightest.
He was a tabby cat by the name of Bob, and each day, he lived like it was his last.
Bob, was very scared of everything.
He would point a stake at the gothic teenager that passes by his alley, or hold up a piece of silverware at the hairy man that delivered things.
This is because his previous owners were horror-movie enthusiasts, and without warning, they would drag poor Bob over to the TV to watch with them.
Now, poor Bob was fearing for his life out here. He went off to get a sandwich from the Subway alley nearby his dumpster, when something odd happened.
One of the newborn black kitten triplets had noticed a small butterfly in front of Bob. He bent down and wriggled his little tail...
"No no, no no no..." Bob murmured to himself.
...Then JUMPED in front of Bob, catching it with his little paws.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Bob screamed at the top his lungs.
He was lost now—he didn't know what to do with the BAD LUCK that he now had!
Bob ran so quickly and so disoriented, that he ran right into the animal control truck. The people picked him up, placed him into a cage, and carried him away...
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When Bob awoke, he found himself being licked by something. He opened his eyes—he was inside a nice, warm enclosure with sunbeams coming from the windows. But, he was more interested with the licking...it felt...like a dog was licking his kitty face.
Bob opened his eyes and cleared his vision to find that there was a small, brown puppy licking his face. But this puppy didn't look like an average one...
"Uh..." Bob said. "I don't mean to be species-ist, but, what breed are you, exactly?"
"Mostly Werewolf..." the puppy said.
"WHAAAT?!" Bob exclaimed.
Then, it all clicked within his head...
That dog did certainly resemble a werewolf.
And, that mouse somewhat looked like a mad scientist, as well as that cat, who looked like a mummy.
That parrot looked invisible.
That opossum certainly resembled a zombie.
The animals that resembled monsters started to surround Bob, making him feel more and more uncomfortable...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!" Bob screamed, suddenly.
But none of the animals looked like they wanted to attack or kill in the slightest...
"WHAT?!" Bob exclaimed. "Aren't you people gonna string my guts out or make me your zombie slave or somethin'?"
"No..." the werewolf puppy said.
"Of COURSE not!" A ghost dog said.
"We only do that to our e-ne-mies..." a female, black young rabbit said, placing a needle into a voodoo doll.
"WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!" Bob exclaimed.
"I'd be happy to show you around!" The werewolf said, grabbing a black cat clad in various wrappings. "I'm Gwen, and this is Bastet-Osiris!"
Bastet grunted at Gwen.
"Sorry—SHE-PHARAOH BASTET-OSIRIS OF UPPER MEMPHIS, EGYPT!" Gwen exclaimed in a loud, booming voice.
"She-Pharaoh?" Bob said. "This thing doesn't look like a princess or something...what, do all princesses wear disgusting, itchy bandaids on their skin?"
"THAT TEARS IT!!" The mummy cat exclaimed at the top of her lungs and went barreling directly towards Bob.
Suddenly, another black cat lifted to her paws, and managed to make the mummy cat calm down by chanting some kind of spell.
"How'd you do that?" Bob asked, staring in disbelief.
"I am skilled in da art of vodun, chile..." The black cat said, in a Jamaican accent. "They call me, Tituba."
"My name's Bob..." Bob introduced. "Say, where am I?"
"...YOU IN NEW ORLEANS, CHILE!" Tituba exclaimed. "Da most magical place in da United States!"
"Oh no..." Bob said. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—" he tried sticking his hand under the door.
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"..MRREEEOOWWWWR—"
All the shelter volunteers heard was Bob's cute meowing, and saw his cute little paw sticking out from underneath the door.
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"-OOOOOOOO!! I GOTTA GET BACK TO MINNESOTA!!" Bob yelled.
"Minnesota?!" Came a voice. It was a tiny mouse dressed like a mad scientist. "I am Dr. Franklin Neutronicus Beans, and I concur that is quite a drive from here! It looks as though you will be staying here forever...seeing as how a felis cattus of your species looks ill-fit for such a long journey..."
"NO!" Bob exclaimed.
"Do not fret, Robert..." Frank said. "We'll take care of you, and New Orleans, Louisiana is much more exciting than Minnesota, I "Gay-Ron-Tee!" He said, briefly in a Cajun accent.
"I'll continue to show you around!" Gwen said.
After a little while, Bob was starting to get rather tired.
"...And this is Friday!" Gwen proudly exclaimed and held up the little rabbit from earlier. "She moved here not that long ago with her parents from New Jersey!"
Bob looked at Friday, who held up a voodoo doll she was making...that somewhat looked like him!
"Um...nice to meet you..." Bob said.
The little rabbit gave a very sinister smile at the cat.
"I IZ JIF!!" The zombie possum from earlier held out a rotting hand to Bob.
"Nice to uh...meet you." Bob said.
Then, all of a sudden, the zombie rodent's stomach burst open, making all his guts splatter everywhere.
"Whoops. Sorreez." Jif said. "My tummy fall out."
"Since you're gonna be staying here, and it's gettin' kinda late , let me show you to your room..." Gwen smiled.
After a few seconds of walking, Gwen opened a door to a cat bed and a stuffed bat.
"Okay, so you'll probably meet more of us tomorrow..." Gwen said. "Why don't you get some rest, and I'll show you around some more in the morning..."
Gwen silently closed the door. Bob now thought this wasn't as bad as he'd initially believed! He snuggled up next to his stuffed bat, and closed his eyes...
"HHEEEEEEEERE'S JOHNNEEEEEEEEEEEYYYY!!" A very loud Jack russel terrier yelled as he used an axe to break down the door.
"Oh, and that's Johnathan." Gwen said. "Buh-lieve me! That won't be the last you'll hear from that guy...crazy."
Bob found it very hard to sleep that night.
End.