My Cats Ruled the Apocalypse
"Scarlett, listen to me. Kill these useless cats, and we'd have six slots. Then we could raise more beasts. We'd be invincible."
I wouldn't yield. Chest puffed out, I tried to bluff.
"Who said they can't protect me? The eldest isn't blind, the second isn't crippled. They're fine cats."
"Anyway," I added, "if you so much as touch them today, you'll regret it!"
Dominic stared at me wide-eyed, like I'd gone insane.
He hurled the cat bundle to the ground with a thud and cursed, "They're not blind! Only I must be blind to have picked a fool like you! We're done. Don't even think about begging me when the apocalypse hits, you idiot."
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