Upon learning that my roommates cat is not only a bastard, but indeed he is one of a set of twin bastards.
While his brother was rounder and fluffier, more inclined to ask for belly rubs and offer snuggles; this twin was not so friendly.
He's alright, more or less a cat's cat. Inquisitive, keeps mice away. Watches from a distance as if looking for a moment of weakness to exploit ... Huh.
His brother did mysteriously disappear when they were younger.
And this cat does sometimes sharpen his claws on my hand.
And I have often suspected that if he stopped getting fed, the cat would feast on me for nourishment ...
is my roommates cat an evil twin?!
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