Messy footsteps startled it, and the cat finally lifted its head from a sound sleep. It was time to wake up. It shook the dust from its body and stood up, arching its back in a yawn. The air around it was stale and dirty, and the cat choked out a sneeze. It stretched its limbs and straightened its body, and thankfully, all of its joints remained supple and flexible.
Yelling loudly and dragging a utensil, something shattered, not far away. The cat shivered, what a tumultuous sound, like something experienced in a distant dream. The cat was in a trance, its eyes just adjusting to the dimness of its surroundings, its whole mind still drowning in the numbness of sleep. It took most of the night before the cat realized that it was caught between a bundle of blankets. The blankets were moving outward, and the cat gripped the furry cob with a death grip, holding her breath as she dragged herself backward.
"Damn, this blanket is heavy!" Someone called. The cat loosened its claws. The human's voice buzzed in its head, jarring it into a headache. The blanket moved a little, and the cat backed away sharply, until its back was against the cold, cold wall. The blanket jerked away all at once, and the cat's eyes lit up.
Thick feet, thick legs, and then go up to a thick stomach, thick neck, thick face full of flesh, face long a thick eye-catching black mole.
The cat stared at the human, every nerve taut with alarm. "Black cat! What a moldy head!" The black mole's voice was raspy and dark, making the cat uncomfortable as something distant and just as dark swept over it. The cat stared wide-eyed, trying its best to recall what kind of things those were.
But Mole, not allowing the cat to think, grabbed a broom and swung it at the cat, "Damn cat! It must have chewed something up."
The cat felt the other's intense loathing and instinctively leapt to higher ground. The stuff at its feet emitted a stifling rubbery odor that overwhelmed it. The cat jumped aside in a hurry, stabilizing itself before it could see that it was standing on the protruding metal branches of a large chandelier. Beneath the chandelier were several tables stacked up crookedly.
The black moles tilted up their ugly faces. A few people ran over and gathered around him, chattering, "That's a big cat!" "Move the table!" "Catch it and hand it over to Old King for LW." "Close the door! Close it!"
They all wore identical blue clothes. The cat felt an inexplicable resentment at this. From the bottom of its throat came a long-suppressed, "Meow-oh!"
The cat was completely awake. It felt that its body was weak from sleeping for so long, and it was not yet fit for a strenuous battle. Therefore it suppressed the anger that was building up in its heart and scrutinized its surroundings. It was a large room, cluttered with piles of things, traces of relocation and organization everywhere, and there was only one door.
The blue suits began to climb the table, and the cat had to jump higher. How to get away from this bunch of crazies? Pounce down, pounce on the black mole's face, scare him half to death, and then grab the door. That was a good plan. It might even scratch a few deep bloody marks on the mole's face.
The cat looked down at its claws. The claws were dull as hell and hadn't been sharpened in a long time. Never mind, let him go this time. The cat jumped from one place to another as people chased him. The cat noticed a hole leaking in the ceiling, revealing the gray metal diffractor frame of the ceiling. The cat turned back around, its eyes bursting into a chilling gaze. "Meow---- meow-woo!" It barked harshly, then took a slight leap into the hole, and was gone in an instant.
"The ghost cat is really good at running." People cursed. The steward came in, "Still not working!" "Chief, there are really a lot of bits and pieces in this storehouse. I heard that this building used to be a hospital and was haunted, right?" "Poor ghosts! The hospital wasn't doing well, so it had to be converted into a hotel. It's also good to change, just move the medical equipment out of the wards. It's none of your business, work work work!"
Replace the humans in the text with dogs,