Titus And Raven - Cat's Meow
It was one of those slow, quiet Sunday mornings when there was nothing to do but listen to the cars-on-their-way-to-Church traffic, and your chicken-lamp mumbling, clucking in her sleep. Raven and Titus should have been sleeping tight, but they were alert, even with their eyes closed. "Something is wrong." Raven whispered almost into the pillow. Neither had stirred.
"The chicken isn't clucking, I know. And my nose is itchy."
Titus nodded just a touch. "Three."
In a second both were sitting up; Raven had a short dagger in her hand and Titus had a small, handy looking gun.
"I would put those down if you do not want your bird to come to harm." Said a tiny voice with the edge of a freshly unwrapped razor blade. It came from a small black kitten with bright green eyes.
The room was filled with cats. Through the open bedroom door, they could see cats all over the desks and the kitchen, and all over the floor.