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You turn on the light. (click:"light")[The cat is not there, but you find a dirty litter box. You [[clean it now|clean]] or [[leave it for later|procrastinate]].]

(if:(history:)contains "clean") [You steps into the dirty litter. Even if you know it's impossible, the cat seems to be smiling with satisfaction. You clench your hand stronger on the bowl.] You throw out the food and go back to the [[kitchen|Kitchen3]].

(set: $path2 to "Chicken") The cat meows and impatiently steps from paw to paw. Secretly envying it's not yours, you give him the food. The cat sniffs it but doesn't even try it. He gazes at you with reproach and meows. You get angry, but you pick up the bowl and goes to the [[bathroom|Bathroom2]] to throw the food. The cat follows you.

(bg:black)[The cat sits on your chest, meowing, but as soon as he sees your eyes opening, he jumps off and marches out from the bedroom. ] (bg:black)[In the darkness, you can't see where he is. He went either to the[[ kitchen|Kitchen]] or [[bathroom|Bathroom]].]

The cat sits at a bowl filled with food, watching closely your every move. You take the bowl to the [[bathroom|bathroom]] to throw out the food.

You open the fridge and takes out: [[A can of tuna and shrimp cat food|Tuna]] [[A can of chicken pâté cat food|Chicken]]

(if: $path1 is "Tuna")[You open another can, chicken pâté, and give it to your cat.] (if:$path2 is "Chicken")[You open another can, tuna with shrimps, and give it to your cat.] (if:(history:)contains "clean") [The cat sniffs the food and eats. You go back to the [[bedroom]].] (if:(history:)contains "procrastinate") [The cat sniffs the food and meows, looking at you with disgust. All you can do now is open a bottle of lactose-free cat milk that costs twice as much as normal [[milk|Milk]] or [[throw the cat out|throwout]] of the flat.]

You fill the cat's bowl with milk. The cat sniffs it and drinks. You breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, you can go back to your [[bedroom]].

Too late for that. The bullet from girl's riffle reaches you, and you fall on the ground. You're bleeding out. The girl stands at your side. You try to speak, but you can't, the blood is running down your mouth. The girl reloads the gun, sticks the barrel in your chest, puts her finger on the trigger and //meows//. [[Wait, what?]]

It's the middle of the night. The house is so dark that even opening your eyes wouldn't make a difference - you wouldn't see a thing. Your eyeballs move under your eyelids in the REM stage, and you dream about [[A pet store|petrobbery]] [[A date|date]]

<center>''GIVE IT TO ME! I DON'T WANT IT''</center> <center>This story is based on actual events.</center> <center>Click [[HERE|The beginning]] to start</center>

(set: $path1 to "Tuna") The cat meows and impatiently steps from paw to paw. Secretly envying it's not yours, you give him the food. The cat sniffs it but doesn't even try it. He gazes at you with reproach and meows. You get angry, but you pick up the bowl and goes to the [[bathroom|Bathroom2]] to throw the food. The cat follows you.

You wake up, but you still feel the heaviness of your chest. The meowing repeats. You try to be still, but it's pointless. The meowing continues, and you know you won't fall asleep again. [[Open your eyes|Getup]].

You throw the food to the toilet to keep the rats in the sewers happy. When you're about to leave, you notice the litter box is dirty. You can [[clean it now|clean]] or [[leave it for later|procrastinate]].

You lie down, close your eyes, and when you enter this strange state between reality and dreaming, you hear the sound you know all too well. You jump out of the bed and screaming NOOOOO, run to the [[living room]].

You fall asleep holding the cat in your arms. Your eyeballs move under your eyelids in the REM stage, and you dream about [[A pet store|petrobbery]] [[A date|date]] …because anyone who lives with a cat knows this game never [[ends|end]].

While you sleep in your bed and suspect nothing, the bag with cat's body starts to move. You may have killed the cat, but it was only his first life out of nine. (click:"first life") [The cat will return in "Give it to me! I ''[//still//]'' don't want it".] <center>[[THE END|end]] </center>

You close the door behind you and fall asleep. The cat seems to respect your avoidance tendency. After all, he spends his entire life pretending nothing happened. <center>[[THE END|end]]</center>

With apparent satisfaction, your cat sits at the door and watches as you clean his litter box. You don't like being observed, and you get nervous. Your hands shake slightly, and while trying to throw a scoop of pee and litter to the toilet, you miss, and all the litter ends up on the floor. You swear. The cat meows. In a strategic cat-ish move, you decide to pretend it didn't happen. You leave everything as it is, turn off the light and go back to the [[kitchen|Kitchen2]].

The sun sets behind the sea. A salty wind settles on your lips as you approach your partner, who stands with their feet in warm water. You breathe fast, and your chest feels heavy. You grab them by the arm, so they turn, and you're just about to kiss them when they meow. [[Wait, what?]]

<br></br> <center>No cats were harmed during the making of this game. The images where created by Midjourney and Dall-E. Some of the commands were discussed with Claude. A big thanks for the inspiration goes to my cats.</center>

It's too late: the cat meows at a massive pool of vomited food in the middle of your expensive designer rug. (if:(history:)contains "date")[You grab the cat with a desire to kill him, but when you hold him in your arms, you know there's nothing he can do for you not to love him. You leave the rug dirty and take the cat to the [[bedroom|bedroom2]]] (if:(history:)contains "Run")[You slowly retreat, pretending it's all not happening. You'll deal with it in the morning. You leave the cat alone and return to the [[bedroom|bedroom4]]] (if:(history:)contains "shoot") [You grab the cat and shake it violently, asking what you have done to deserve it. When you stop, your cat is not moving. His dead body, along with his life, slips out of your hands. <p>You killed the cat, and even Blake Snyder can't save him.</p>You put his body in a black trash bag. You'll get rid of it in the morning. Now, you're just carving for sleep, so you return to the [[bedroom|bedroom3]]]

Wearing a black balaclava, you point at a cashier in the pet supplies store with a revolver. You tell the girl to put the money in a bag, but you realize you don't have one, so you ask her to empty her purse and put the money in it instead. The girl leans to take up her purse, and for a second, you can't see what she's doing, so you get nervous and your hands sweat. Suddenly, she stands up with a riffle, pointing at you. [[Pull the trigger|shoot]] [[Run away|Run]]

Procrastination is a blessing. You go to the [[kitchen|Kitchen2]].

You're about to pull the trigger, but the girl is faster. The bullet from the girl's riffle reaches you, and you fall to the ground. You're bleeding out. The girl stands at your side. You try to speak, but you can't as blood is running down your mouth. The girl reloads the gun, sticks the barrel in your chest, puts her finger on the trigger and //meows//. [[Wait, what?]]

You throw the cat out of the flat, but a neighbour catches you red-handed. The neighbour and the cat stare at you with reproach. You mumble something about being just about to let him in, not throwing him out. The neighbour shakes her head in disbelief, and the cat with satisfaction marches back into the flat. You shut the door and follow the cat to the [[kitchen|Milk]].