My neighbor’s cat went missing. Two weeks later, we found him sitting on top of a rock in the park…
Surrounded by twenty other cats.
All staring at him. Worshipping.

Someone tried to pet him. He hissed. The others hissed too.
That’s when we realized…

This cat had started a religion.

They met every day at 3PM. All cats sat in circles while he “spoke” in meows.
A dog approached once.
They threw tuna cans at him.

We tried to bring him home. He rejected our offer.
He had a new name now: Meowtzu, the Furred One.

Next week, flyers showed up around town:

“Shed your human skin. Follow The Pawth.”

I found one of the neighbor’s babies covered in fur.
Too late. The cult had begun.

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