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— Wellness Coach (@mushatsi_isla) April 17, 2026
My orange cat is courageous and daring,
Or at least that’s what the locals claim.
He’ll swat a big dog right in the snout
And chase the squirrels all about.
But mention sounds that “thud” and “moan,”
And instantly, I am all alone.
He saw a film late one evening,
About monsters that rise when the moon is shining.
Now every flicker on the wall
Is “Patient Zero” in the hall.
He thinks the noisy, grey vacuum
Is out to get him quite soon.
The Survival Strategy
The High Spot: He stays on top of the kitchen fridge,
A tiled place where he feels safe without a bridge.
The Boundary: He sniffs my feet with great alarm,
To see if I’m among the harmed.
The Stashing: He hides his food inside a shoe,
In case the “Walkers” come for you.
If I happen to groan because I’m worn out,
His “Apex Mode” kicks in without a doubt.
He makes a loud meow, a hiss, and then puffs,
Then he hides in the closet behind my stuff.
A fierce hunter? A creature of the night?
No, just a fluffy ball frozen in fright.
So if the end of the world ever starts,
And the zombies come with their toothy parts,
Don’t expect my cat to guard the entrance—
He’ll be under the couch, and I’ll be on the floor, tense.
