Never Trust Mice or P***y Cats

While working at a pet store, a man exposes a failed government experiment that will doom the planet.

Ok. Here it goes. I don't think I have much time left before they catch up with me. My name is Josh. I’ve tried for months to just lay low and keep my mouth shut but I don’t think they care. Anyone who knows what I do is a threat to them. I guess I’ll have to accept my eventual fate. They’ll have to work hard to get me though. I’ll not lay down and die for the likes of them.

It all started 6 months ago. I was working at this little pet store in the mall. It was an ok job. “Just keep them fed.” the owner, Mr Shultz, said. He didn’t tell me much of anything else. I wish I had enough sense to ask more questions. Everything went great the first couple of weeks. I’d get to the shop at 5 am and start feeding all the animals. After a couple of weeks I had learned everyone’s routine pretty well. Mr Shultz would always show up at 5 am on the dot to let me in. He would go to his office, make coffee and take care of his paperwork. John, the cashier, would show up around 7:30 am so he could get everything ready and open the store. It was the exact same thing everyday, like clockwork.

Mr Schultz showed up at exactly 5 am, like usual. I started to get out of my car while he was opening the door. Before I could get out, I saw two men wearing long trench coats and dark hats approach Mr Shultz. They spoke quietly to him, He then quickly locked the door back, got in their car and rode away. The car sped off splashing through the pot holes that were filled with the rain from the night before. I was left clueless as to the event that had just occurred. Mr Schultz never returned that day. When he showed up at 5 am the next day, he didn’t say anything. He went on like nothing had happened. From that day on Mr Shultz would receive random calls throughout the day. He would then quickly disappear, and wouldn’t return until the next day. Anytime I would approach his desk, he would cover his papers so they wouldn’t be seen. Since his visit from the men in the trench coats, Mr Shultz seemed scared. He began behaving very secretively.

One day while I was cleaning. Just doing the usual chores, I noticed a document that had fallen to the floor from Mr Shultz desk. It was marked “Top Secret” in red on the top. At first I hesitated, but curiosity won out over reason. I picked up the document figuring it was just a gag. I slipped it onto my cart so I could read it after I had finished sweeping. Once I finished my work, I found a quiet spot and sat down to look at it. Once I was finished, I looked up and thought, “This is definitely a prank. They’re messing with me. Why would there be a top secret document in a pet shop? And what it says is ludicrous. Who would believe such a thing? Good one Mr Shultz. Who knew you were such a prankster.” I took the document back to Mr Schultz's desk and placed it back where I found it. No way was I going to let him think I fell for such a dumb prank.

After working at the pet shop for about three months, Mr Shultz decided to give me more responsibility. More than just feeding the animals. He put me on the floor greeting customers and answering questions. One afternoon, a man walked into the pet shop. He struck me as a bit out of place for some reason but I couldn’t put my finger on what the problem was. He walked up to me and introduced himself. His tone was calm. He was polite and began asking questions. ”Do you know anything about cats?” He asked. I told him for some reason we didn’t sell cats at this pet store but I told him what I knew. Then he started asking about mice. He wanted to know how well they got along. A strange question for sure. I told him oddly enough, we don’t sell mice either. I felt a bit stupid and explained to him that cats and mice have hated each other since the dawn of time. Everyone knows this. Maybe Mr Shultz is trying to pull another prank since I didn’t fall for the last one. The man asked me several strange questions and then he simply said thank you, turned and left by the front door.

It was a very unsettling encounter. More so once I thought about what was in that document that had fallen from Mr Schultz's desk. My mind ran wild. I began running all the past events that had happened in the last few months over and over in my head. I thought about what that document had said. Then, I suddenly realized I needed to start running. This was no prank. That’s what I’ve been doing ever since. Trying to just lay low.

The “Top Secret” document that I had accidentally stumbled onto outlined the government’s experiments to weaponize the Toxoplasmosa parasite. A parasite , found in the gut of cats. The parasite could take control of a mouse’s mind and make it irrational giving the cat the opportunity to eat it. At first it sounded impossible, a tall tale, but after I did a little research, I realized it was a real thing. Then I thought about the pet shop not selling cats or mice. Strange in itself. But once I factored in Mr Schultz’s behavior, it all fell into place.

The top secret documents had detailed government experiments that had gone awry. While experimenting with the parasite, it mutated. It did something to both the cats and mice that made them get along. They became intelligent and decided to be friends. They had made the decision to take their place as leaders on this planet. Now, the parasite needed a new mission. Now that Cats didn’t want mice to eat, what was it going to do? The cats and mice carefully explained their evil plot. The parasites then agreed to join with cats and mice in this evil coalition that threatened all humanity. The parasites were directed to start taking control of the human population. They were to make people into slaves to serve in their revolution.
Don’t believe me? Ok. Answer this, Haven’t you ever gone to the grocery store and couldn’t help but to buy cheese even though you already had some at home? You know you have. That’s because you’re already infected. Almost everyone is. Cats and mice will do anything to not let this information get out. They know if it does, they could be stopped.

They’ve been after me for months. I didn’t think anyone would believe me. Now I don’t have much time left. I had to tell someone though. Anyone. Just in case something could be done. They are controlling people in all walks of life. First they took over the police department. Then, they worked their way up through the government. The president is even a puppet. Controlled by mice and p***y cats. You can’t trust anyone. I’m going to leave this tape here safely around this dog's neck. Hopefully someone will find it and do something. The reason is that cats, mice and even their parasite lackeys are afraid of the loyal dog. This brave dog and his brethren may be our country’s, even the world’s, only hope.

I'm finding a place to hide. I’m scared it won’t do any good though. I’m praying you can help turn these events around. Good luck.

…. Days later, Josh’s body was found. We think he had been tortured using a laser pointer but we can’t be sure. What we do know is he had overdosed on catnip. Of course the police ruled it a suicide. We know what really happened. We know the truth.

Whatever you do, remember, don’t turn your back on mice and definitely not p***y cats.

Their coming to get you.

The end

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