The Teacup Cat

<I>The Teacup Cat
A Short Story
Written by Harpy</i>
One day, a small cat showed up at night.
On some stairs, in a teacup.
The family though it might of been dead or fake,
But it was very much alive.
They tried to take it out of the teacup, but it squirmed and clawed.
So they left it there, and put tiny bowls of food and water out.
The next day, it was gone.
But that night, it was back, in it’s teacup.
The family asked around, trying to find it’s home
But nobody had known about this mystery cat.
The next day, it was gone again.
And at night, again, it was back.
The family was frustrated, and didn’t know what to do.
So they locked it in a room to see if it would disappear by the next day,
And it did.
But at night, it was back.
A few hours later, somebody came knocking on the door.
“It’s my cat,” they said. “I’ve been taking it back.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I’ll make sure it can’t get out this time. I don’t know why it likes you so much.”
But the next night, the cat was there.
It kept coming back, every night, in it’s teacup.
Until it didn’t. Nobody knows what happened to the teacup cat, nobody knew why it kept coming back.
But everyone knows it really liked that family.
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