It was the middle of the night, but Jack couldn’t sleep.
The moon shined through his window curtains
like a flashlight.
He tossed and turned, until finally, he gave up
trying to get any rest and got out of bed.
He went into the kitchen to get something to drink, when he
heard a meow from his back porch.
He moved the blinds so he could see out the glass doors, and sitting on
the fence right in front of him was a black cat.
Jack stared at it, and then the cat looked back at Jack.
They met eyes.
It was pretty big, and by the looks of it, he was
hungry.
Jack felt compelled to feed this cat.
He went back into his kitchen and rummaged through his
pantry, trying to find anything cat-safe.
He came back with a can of tuna and sat it down on the
porch.
The cat jumped down and started eating immediately.
After it was finished, the cat looked
back up at Jack and meowed.
"You probably need a place to sleep, right?"
Jack said to the cat.
The cat brushed against his leg and purred.
He smiled and walked inside, and the cat
followed.
The next morning, Jack woke up, feeling like he could sleep another
12 hours.
He yawned and stretched, then started to lick his paw so he
could brush his tail.
He stopped, confused.
"Wait, something about this isn’t right--," Jack thought.
He held up his hands, but all he could see
were cat’s paws.
He loooked behind him and saw a long, winding tail.
He ran over to the mirror and looked at his reflection.
He was a cat.
"This has gotta be a dream," he kept saying to himself, hoping
he would soon wake up.
Then suddlenly, something huge leaped at
him from above.
Jack jumped in the air and landed on all fours.
There, he saw the cat from the night
before.
It just stared in Jack’s eyes for a second, then started
purring and batting at his face.
Jack ran away through the house, and the black cat chased him.
Even though Jack typically avoided
situations that involved being chased, he had to admit: he was
starting to have fun.
He and the cat ran all through the house, chasing each other, play
fighting, knocking things off of shelves.
They squeezed through the opening in the door and went
outside to climb trees and explore.
Jack had never felt so care-free or enjoyed life like this before.
After the cats played, they found a spot on the ground that was lit by
the sun, and slept in the warmth.
By the end of the day, Jack had completely gotten used to living
life as a cat.
He almost didn’t want it to end.
It was starting to get dark out, so Jack decided it
was probably best he head home.
He walked and the black cat followed.
The next morning, Jack woke up.
He looked at his hands, and was a
little sad to see they were back to normal, human hands.
He got out of bed.
When he entered the kitchen, he found two men wearing black
suits standing in his apartment.
One of them was eating his chips.
"Uhmmm, who are you and why are you in my kitchen?"
Jack asked.
"We need you to come with us," said one of the mysterious man.
Jack started to get nervous.
Did he do something he didn’t remember?
"What is this about?"
"We believe you may have been in contact with a particular cat over
the last 24 hours."
"A cat?"
"A cat.
Black, long-haired.
Sound familiar?"
Jack wasn’t sure how to respond.
He didn’t want anything to happen to
the cat.
"Sorry, I haven’t seen a cat."
The man in the black suit turned his head to the glass door.
Jack looked too, and saw the empty tuna
can laying on the back porch.
He turned back to the man, trying to
think of an excuse.
The man in the suit reached into his inner breast
pocket and pulled out a syringe.
Jack’s eyes grew wide.
"We’re gonna need you to come with us now," said the man in the suit.
Welcome to SCP Exposed.
Today, we bring you Euclid-class subject
number seven nine five, also known as the the reality-bending cat, but
before we begin, be sure to leave a like and hit the notification bell,
so you don’t miss out on any future SCP cases.
SCP-Seven nine five is a large, black, long-haired, domestic cat,
of indeterminate breed, weighing 8.2 kilograms, or 18 pounds.
Seven nine five has been noted exhibiting
two major anomalous abilities: • It can change the physical form
of any living creature it is able to observe.
Usually, it will transform anything it considers
friendly into another cat, which it will then play with.
However, anything considered unfriendly or
dangerous by the SCP is transformed into a small prey animal, and then
killed and eaten.
Its second anomolous property is the ability to communicate
telepathically with human beings, usually in the form of suggestions.
These suggestions usually consist of desires typical of standard
cats, such as more or better food, softer bedding, toys, and to be let
out of its enclosure.
Both of these abilities can be triggered up to 30 meters.
It can also transfer its abilities to other cats within this range of
effect, but the effect on the affected cat is temporary and
dissipates within three hours of separation from Seven nine five.
Other than the reported anomolous activity, the test subject does not
appear to exhibit any other unusual physical or mental abilities.
SCP-Seven nine five was first discovered on a redacted date at an
undisclosed Animal Control Center, location redacted.
Upon arriving at the location, Foundation personnel
reported a number of unusual conditions at the center.
All of the dogs had been euthanized, and
cats were roaming through the building freely.
The center’s financial records showed an
exorbitant amount of money budgeted toward cat care and supplies, and
three of the center staff members were reported missing, though they
are presumed dead and victims of Seven nine five.
Foundation personnel contained all cats in the building by use of
tranquilizing gas.
Initially, all of the cats in the Center exhibited
the abilities of SCP-Seven nine five, but lost their anomalous
properties within three hours of being contained and separated.
According to records found at the center, SCP-Seven nine five’s given
name is “Junior,” and it was approximately two years of age upon
containment.
Additional notes reveal that it had been surrendered
by a relative of a deceased prior owner.
Special Containment Procedures order Seven nine five is to be
contained in a 75 meter by 5 meter area, divided and secured with
clear Plexiglas walls, and locked doors.
Two Level 1 guards are to be posted in the area.
If Seven nine five is transported to another site for
research, the guards are to relocate as well.
Due to potential injury, any non-D-Class personnel
are not permitted to interact directly with the test subject.
An automated food and water dispenser,
and litter changer have been installed to limit unnecessary
contact with Seven nine five.
If requested, SCP-Seven nine five may be tranquilized from a distance
for safe handling.
Additional cats exposed to SCP-Seven nine five must
be contained in an identical manner for a period of three hours.
To this day, Seven nine five is located within the Foundation.
While there have been no new reported incidents as of yet, the
foundation’s budget on cat food and supplies has risen exponentially.
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