The heavy rain battered the rooftops as the cat yowled, waking Rayne up. “You usually don’t even need food,” Rayne said grumpily. “Why the hell do you yowl all night?” Rayne yawned as he grabbed his phone and walked downstairs, putting on his shoes, which were drenched. Then stumbled outside, straight into a puddle of liquid diarrhea. Rayne sighed loudly, “Again?!” He picked up the small cat, barely 4 months old, and carried him over to the grass, maybe he had more. He yowled again, “Meeyooooowwwww…” He started dashing to the open door of the house, Rayne grabbed him under the stomach with one hand, tossed him gently, grabbed the keys from behind the door, and closed it. The cat kept on yowling. “What do you want?” Rayne asked, “Probably food, I guess.” He walked to the cat’s food bowl and saw it completely full, almost overflowing. Rayne groaned, “Oh my god…” He picked a piece up, holding it between his fingers. Not wet or dry, just soft and new. He’d put it in yesterday at 11pm, and the cat wasn’t eating it, “Guess you’re not hungry then,” Rayne said, “What do you want then? You cold or something?” He didn’t think so, wasn’t that cold. The cat started grumbling, louder and louder, and as he walked towards Rayne diarrhea just started flowing out of his butt. Splattering over the floor, he didn’t even notice. “No you don’t!” Rayne said as he picked him up and tossed him to the grass, not as gently. The cat flew through the air, gross brown water streaming behind him like a cape. He landed on his legs and yowled once more, “Meeyoow—blurp—ooow—ploop—oooow.” “Gross,” Rayne said, shaking his head. “Just…Finish, then we’ll talk.” He started to walk inside as a dog barked loudly, Rayne froze, he hated dogs. There weren’t supposed to be any here, right?
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