The Cannibal Cat
Lucid Codex Entry 009
It wasn’t a cat.
It wore the shape of one...a fat, grey tabby with soft fur and lazy eyes, the kind of creature people let into their laps and hearts without question.
But beneath the purrs and paws, it was something else.
Older. Hungrier. Not born...summoned.
An entity wrapped in muscle memory and meat.
She didn’t know this outright.
But her body did.
The way it tensed before it moved. The way her skin pulled tight when it entered a room. A deep, marrow-deep instinct told her: flinch.
The first time was in the auditorium.
Crowded. Alive. Loud.
Until it wasn’t.
The cat vanished between legs, beneath folding chairs. A breath later, there was screaming. Blood where shoes had been. No body. Just red echoes.
She wasn’t the cause.
But she was always there. Right after. Like a shadow following a darker one.
She didn’t chase the cat.
The cat led her.
Every kill came with her arrival...a beat too late, a breath behind the horror. It wasn’t running. It was guiding her. Like it wanted a witness.
Or a handler.
Then came the woman. Mid-sentence. Laughing.
Gone.
The cat sat in her place. Licking blood from its paws like warm milk.
That’s when she scruffed it.
Her hand wrapped around the back of its neck, and it shivered.
Not the cat...what was inside it.
Something rearranging.
She took it home.
Not a home. A building. Temporary. A shelter, maybe. A hiding place pretending to be safe.
She warned the man who lived there:
“Don’t open the door.”
But men love to open doors.
He opened it.
Another scream. Another body erased.
The cat was gone again.
Always too fast.
Always just slow enough for her to catch it again.
And she did.
Dragged it back. Thrown over her arm like a bag of bones and secrets.
It never hissed. Never scratched. It wanted to be returned.
Wanted to be moved.
Wanted variety.
Outside, two neighbors lingered.
Too curious.
Too entitled.
The kind of people who believe rules apply to everyone but them.
One of them...a white woman with lips drawn like weaponry...pressed forward.
“We need to check your unit.”
“Not without me there,” she warned.
“I’ll just go in...”
“The hell you will.”
This wasn’t about privacy.
This was about containment.
The cat waited behind the door. Watching. A slit of light under the frame cast just enough shadow to reveal the shape of its eyes.
It didn’t blink.
It didn’t hide.
It just waited.
She wasn’t trying to kill it.
That would be merciful.
She was trying to keep the world alive long enough for someone...anyone...to understand what it was.
Because it wasn’t feeding on flesh.
That was just the beginning.
If it ever got bored…
It would start eating time itself.
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Dream 9/15/24
I was in this auditorium with a bunch of people, and we lost a cat ... a fat grey tabby that wasn't a cat ... but I was haunting it. This cat was eating people, but I kept following it, so I was at every crime scene.
I finally caught the cat after it ate this lady, and I scruffed it and took it to this building I was staying in. I had to work, and I was with someone else, and he opened the door and the cat ran out again. It ate someone else.
I was able to scruff it and put it back in the apartment. Then these two racist, nosey neighbors came out asking me questions and saying someone needed to do some maintenance checks.
We were sitting at this group table, and I said, no one is going into my place without me in there. One of the white ladies said, "I'll go," and I said, "The hell you will. It'll get done when I get back."
I knew the cat would eat them if they went in.
