Meanwhile, at a therapy office in Palu, Indonesia...
"Ah, Mr. Jerry." I say. "Please, take a seat. I understand you've been having... cat troubles, recently?"
Jerry nodded, solemly, his eyes reflecting the horror he had witnessed. Such horror that he could not speak, he could not even wimper, for if he did so the cat, oh the cat, it could find him, eat him alive, which was the most terrifying thing in the world to poor little jerry.
"I see... Yes, you've racked up quite the medical bill on both him and yourself. Why, the record says there were even times you..."
I ran cold, staring at jerry's record. He;d... murdered, tom, slammed him with a piano. He'd sent him into the air, on a firework, he'd... the list went on! I'd dealt with so many psychopaths, but nothing on this magnitude! Suddenly, my phone rang, which made my skin go pale.
My phone's ringtone...
Was a cat's meow.
Meow! Meow! Me- I quickly hung up, not bothering to look at who it was, but it was far too late. Jerry threw me at the wall, screaming a silent scream. The cat! I was the cat, I was to eat him! "Jerry!" I said. "I am but a man, a therapist! Plwase!" But my words fell blank on his long, floppy ears. He picked up my pen and squirted ink into my face, blinding me, before throwing the chair at me. I was now flat, but this was not the end, oh no... He rolled me up and swept me under the carpet!
For days I was there.
Days on end.
Alone.
No food.
No water.
...Until that day came, the day of sweet release. Of death. At least I was safe here, safe in the real...