Okay guys, I guess my cats are now dimension-shifting emissaries of the cat god, if the blog posts are to be believed. This has made my home life a little awkward, to say the least. I would have assumed something was up anyways when they started talking.
Nowadays they hole up in the basement, blabbering about schemes to get more toys. They keep asking us to buy more toys, and out of fear, we are obliged. I do not know that Astalba has any power over me in particular, but should I not help in his scheme, I fear that he may turn my cats against me. I do not wish for it to get to this point, but I may have to set the cats free, as whatever they are getting up to, I think our house is too small a space.
The most surprising aspect of this ordeal is that the cats actually enjoy the food we give them. I would have assumed that they just kind of live with it, but they say all food tastes the same, which explains the voracity with which they devour everything we send their way. They’re also very aggressive, with food, treats, wanting you to sit down. We have even lost the simple pleasure of cuddling with the cats. You can imagine what that is like, akin to being held hostage.
Soon, our funds are going to start going towards cat toys mostly. The future looks grim, I will be blunt about it. Astalba has ruined my life and taken that which is most cherished by me. I hope he has some mercy left in him.
