Catscratch [ VALIDATED ]

It was three in the morning when the scratching started.

And then, from the dark, two yellow eyes opened. Not Scratch’s eyes. These were larger, wider, set too far apart. They rose from the bottom step—not walking, but unfolding , a shape that bent where nothing should bend. Catscratch

And sitting on the kitchen counter, cleaning one gray paw with deliberate slowness, was Scratch. The cat yawned, revealing a mouth full of needles, and for the first time, Leo saw the truth in those yellow eyes: I was keeping it in. You let it out. It was three in the morning when the scratching started