I'm sitting on the couch, theoretically finishing up the first act of this rewrite.
For the last ten minutes, my cat Willa has been trotting around the apartment, freezing and whirling around to confront the evil-doer lurking behind her.
Except that there are only three cats in my apartment. One is sleeping next to me (Anna.) One is sleeping on my messenger bag (Fifi.)
And the third one is running around the apartment as if she's being stalked by a predator only she can see.
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