I knew I had to dial for emergency services,

I knew I had to dial for emergency services, but I had a cat on my lap and he was just so comfortable...
The screams were growing louder, but I didn't care. Here kitty! I named him Felix. He rubbed his head against my hand. I always wanted a kitty. "HEE-ELP!" a barely audible voice
gasped behind me. Felix jumped down & sniffed at a blob of-yup, looked like brain matter."Here now, don't you eat that, you naughty kitty!" I really should call 911. Another scream
and another exploded head. I detected a pattern. Felix sniffed around the gore but didn't partake, having had his fill of brain. "Wait," I muttered, "could I be next?" I stayed
Home the next three weeks and lost my job. I had meanwhile arranged for another gig that paid better. My grandfather's widget factory had reopened after a massive strike. He told
me it would be the last straw. If they took one more strike, they'd be outta there. I asked him how he'd find new staff, and he replied with a simple shrug, telling me,
more or less matter-a-factly, without beating around the bush, or watering the daisies, or making a big production of it, he got straight the point, cut to the chase,
dropped everything, threw caution to the wind and turned over a new leaf. He became the butt of jokes but toed the line, didn't back down and forged ahead at break neck speed.
Although progess was slow, eventually he reached perfection. He had achieved everything, thus becoming the most powerful being in the universe. He was now God.
Except for the formalities.

Started: 2013-10-23 18:04:53
Finished: 2016-09-04 04:57:36

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